Knock 'em out the box Frank. Knock 'em out Frank.
Here's a little story 'bout a fine high roller
Stop me if you've heard this or ya think ya know her
She had every thing she wanted, her man was down
They had found the perfect mobile in the perfect town
Plenty of woods to run around
Room for all her kids and cats and hounds
They moved to paradise and settled down
A trailer by the river, though it's mostly underground
The river not the trailer, is the thing that's buried
They found the river on a map in the phone she carried
The man began to dig, to reveal the beauty
The lady hit the pickle, her grin still toothy
The pickle hit the man-child left him goofy
They had buckets on the floor, leaky roofing
one bucket was to store the teeth she's losing
Hair not combed, all wild and crazy
Tweekin for ever, but some how lazy
Canine fur carpet for decorations
Vaccuumed just once in 1980
Breath that smells like fish and bacon
A hoody worn since 6th grade graduation
A broken down van for ma to stay in
Stupid white trash is the card their playin'
Bitch ain't got a grill...She got a bumper
I’d jump from the bridge before I’d hump her
Ryans brain damaged or he’d surly dump her
She calls him the cross-eyed semen pumper
She says fill me up, then fill up mother
Wait, I lost a tooth, now I lost another
The tooth-fairy’s wealth I’ll surly plunder
Dad sprathes when he sthpeaks cause we’re gum & gummer.
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