Doodle - Lee - Shits

Doodle - Lee - Shits

Doodle - lee - shits
and hair-brained schemes.
Get me my smokes
and a Time Magazine.

Shine up my shoes,
don't give me no lip.
Slide me that jug,
let's have us a nip.

Let's talk about life
and the fix we're in.
Get drunker than Skunks
that's stinkin' upwind.

We'll talk about war
and some politics.
'Bout the price of gas,
I don't give two lics'.

We'll say what is what,
blow off some steam.
Drink us some beer'
and piss in the stream.

We'll bear down hard
on what should be done.
Then holler real loud,
" Go get me my gun".

Dance on the table
and fart up a storm.
Talk about weather,
we'll be in rare form.

My friend had a whistle,
some Marijuana too!
He wound up dead
sniffin' airplane glue.

It's sad what ya' hear
and worse how ya' feel.
They can't make it better
or cut you a deal.

I guess it don't matter
who was our friends.
We're in it together
wherever it ends.

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