He's the kind of guy
Puts on a motorcycle jacket
And he weighs about
A hundred and five
He's the kind of surfer
Got a ho daddy haircut
And you wonder how
He'll ever survive
He's the kind of frogman
Wearing twenty pounds
Of counter weights and
Sinking in the sea like a stone
He's the kind of soldier
Got no sense of direction
And they send him
In the jungle alone
But when the
Frost's on the pumpkin
And the litle girls are jumping
He's a hard loving son of a gun
He's got em waiting downstairs
Just to sample his affairs
And they call him
A spoonful of fun
Puts on a motorcycle jacket
And he weighs about
A hundred and five
He's the kind of surfer
Got a ho daddy haircut
And you wonder how
He'll ever survive
He's the kind of frogman
Wearing twenty pounds
Of counter weights and
Sinking in the sea like a stone
He's the kind of soldier
Got no sense of direction
And they send him
In the jungle alone
But when the
Frost's on the pumpkin
And the litle girls are jumping
He's a hard loving son of a gun
He's got em waiting downstairs
Just to sample his affairs
And they call him
A spoonful of fun
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.