An echy ass will need strong and filthy fingers,
But you can only put some solt on that tail.
Let's go Yovo, all again, join that swingers.
The village's burning but grandma's brushing long gray hair.
They're all being farting in the same old melon,
and it has a disgusting and horrible small.
Grain by grain an bannock all is growing,
stone by stone and castle is there.
If I would be a finger It would be easy for me,
I would cause the pause, bung the hose,
tell everyone to flee.
I would point the things that I think everyone must see,
poke a nose, stab on rose,
or crush the lady bee.
I could mime a pistole, and it would be a bless.
Do John's gesture and pintch girls ass.
Touching screens, count the beans,
tap on foreheads or play a base...
I could even travel to the end of deep blue space.
There would be nothing that I can not.
No one would be the big boss of me.
I could do, you see, quite a lot, do you agree?
A sparrow in hand, is better then pigeon on a branch.
Barrel holds up water until craftsmans leave.
The most safe thing, I always say, have an ace in your sleve.
Please, don't mix up grandmothers and frogs.
That will just makes your all problems double.
Chips don't falls, far from the logs.
One thing's for sure, soap is making a bubble.
There is no tasty soup without an old good chick,
As there's no kick without an oldman's prick.
For whoes grandmathers helth am I doing all of this?
A well-oiled rifle in shooter hand has never ever miss.