The weekend is pressing upon me
like tight pants on a fella' named Lee
I'll have a few beers
And start shakin' my rear
and see who I can pick up for free.
King Midas was counting his gold
In the nude, too. Boy was HE bold.
As he sat on his throne,
he let out a groan
'Cause as we all know, gold cash is cold.
“Oh, well,” I said, “I did try.”
But she said, "You're not my type of guy."
"You're fat and you're hairy
and you work in a dairy,
in the words of Dionne... Walk On By."
Potatoes are good for the soul
though they are fattening as hell, you know
love handles beware
though I really don't care
just hand me the rest of the bowl.
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