Twenty Eight

Lyrics for Twenty Eight

Twenty eight Tell me are you single yet My heart's as big as texas It'd take more than just a lingual threat To get this pest to let live At best he'll need a sedative And strap him to a steady bed At worst it's he's already dead The first time folks have heard this A song of these: the bone dry jokes From the grown kid's spokesmen's notebooks Lil pone go slow and hollow Like an empty rowboat looks Left to float alone it follows Where any air goes, it's took