there are stories of pleasure,there are stories of pian But the gods torment me with slad of rain it started on thursday and went double fortnight And Junior read stern by the pilot light he ate more cheese then time allowed Sowe stood him up sharp we stood him up proud And they looked at him funny ,but theylooked at him with spice I speak the thuth, i tell on lies been masterbatin' since the forth of july Spill the beans spill'em all The precipitation filled spring from fall he didnt like faxes he didnt like phones When he stood among many he stood alone He loved his sausage, but shied from greens Used to spin his little sister in the washin' ashine from the great mind of LES CLAYPOOL
