smoov-e - squeezebox theme lyrics
[intro]
smoke stack, burning weed
chase tequila shots, with whiskey
still sl!ck as b-tter
smooth like water
got 1,2,3,4 ranchers daughters
so i taste the talent
i like the taste
? with the floor
i won’t even had seen her face
you had better catch the train, when i’m around
i’m banging every poontaing if it ain’t tied down
[hook]
hide the women
hide the children
he’s coming to town
to touch every little piece if it ain’t held down
they call him rusty squeezebox -x2-
i be in town running deep
just sleeping around
boozed up
zipping down evening gowns
they call him rusty squeezebox -x2-
[verse]
hide the booze & hide the children
had to look the door & stole the women
still causing trouble, pain & visits
i said blow (chikkaa chikkaa chikka)
blow, don’t kiss it
it’s the box a squeeze & fornicate
i eat fried steak & sweat potato
& when i leave the town with smiling faces
cause i stick the largest thing in the smallest places
[hook]
hide the women
hide the children
he’s coming to town
to touch every little piece if it ain’t held down
they call him rusty squeezebox -x2-
i be in town running deep
just sleeping around
boozed up
zipping down evening gowns
they call him rusty squeezebox -x2-
[verse 2]
i’m a full grown bachelor
pulling young galls at my candy story
still looking sl!ck, dressing proper
but i tear em off a betty crocker
so we drink em down & drink em fast
& she let me slip it in the -ss
you’d better take the chance when it comes
to make sweet love right between their buns
[hook]
hide the women
hide the children
he’s coming to town
to touch every little piece if it ain’t held down
they call him rusty squeezebox -x2-
i be in town running deep
just sleeping around
boozed up
zipping down evening gowns
they call him rusty squeezebox -x2-
-oh no no no no no no not there not there –
they call him rusty squeezebox -x2-
[inaudible talk on train platform]
[outro into general store]
riding from town to town on his thouroughbreed
seducing the vixens
planting his seed
-are you going to take your pants off?!-
they’d ask
rusty the pervert
trusty gold flask
-you’re old enough to be my dad!-
they’d confess
spurs hanging low
offending with s-x
-mmmhmm-
filling his canteen
along came a wh0r-
that caught rusty’s eye
at the general store
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