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That Sounds Like a Pony

Adam Green

Seven upstairs brothels with placards on the mantels 
And ten fish flavored samples with candles in the back 
He was a well dressed suitor, he had bad breath and cander 
I think they would have liked him but he got killed by his manager 

Fuzzy and cuddly, he's Fozzo the rabbit 
He drinks from the nozzle and stinks like a ferret 
They bought him a temple with children to play with 
Now he sells his skunk blood and talks like a plaintiff 

Hello to my red uncles, you are my favorite commies 
I'll meet you at Sao Anthony's and then go to palates 
Warship, the swordsmen, the multitasking Mormons 
That breath up in the shit house when you wrap them in contortions 

God is immodest, had twenty seven hottest 
With forty nine heads in your beds and yet I'm still your fondest 

Take me through the mandibles of PCP and Vanderbilt's 
Where PG rated cannibals will share their thoughts on animals 
And peanut butter sandwiches will flood the hole that banishes 
With sights on race that vanishes but that sounds like a pony