White sparkle shades grinning br your bell bottoms. Tacky. br Not much of a bulge. The girls screamed. br br Slur your lyrics. Me, wishing I had that br guitar to snuggle up with, and she br wants to blow those blue shoes. br br Scotty was the star for me as you br rocked the chain gang chorus. Wow! br Eyes deeper than inky ink wells, br br and pocks like me; so what, br because those hips shimmy shaked. br Go home now, and swallow what- br br ever it is you swallow; drinking br everything in sight. Get fat too. br We don’t care: you’re still cool.