Tony Avila Sampson - Wyatt B. Flat

Tony Avila Sampson - Wyatt B. Flat

Wyatt B. Flat is truly my name, br And punishment awaits those who I blame; br br With a long knife that I swiftly swing, br Brings from a tire the sound of air leaking; br br Some found their cars sitting lopsided or low, br Cause it gives me a thrill to get even, you know; br br At each tire, with force, be the knife I thrust, br It releases the air inside with a windy gust; br br The air, when cut free, makes a loud gushing sound, br And with quickness them rims go down to the ground; br br I may, while slashing 'em, just suddenly stop, br Just to watch, with joy, the way they drop; br br I may even give 'em a second quick slice, br Cause I don't care about the cost nor price; br br Gettin' all four, leaves a car that can't go, br Then comes the surprise to find the need for a tow; br br Oh, the inconvienence they get while they foot the bill, br But for Wyatt B.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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