Testi Soundtracks :: B

Well, you dad gum guv'ment

You sorry so and so's

You got your damn hands in every pocket

Of my clothes



Well you dad gum, dad gum, dad gum, guv'ment

Oh, don't I you know

Oh, don't you love 'em sometimes



You dad gum guv'ment

You better pay attention

You're sittin' up there like a fool's convention

Well, you dad gum, dad gum, dad gum guv'ment

Oh don't you know

Oh don't you love 'em sometimes



Well, you soul sellin' no good

Sons-of-a dead pan shoe fittin' fire starters

I ought to tear your no good God dang

Preambulatory bone frame

And nail it to your guv'ment walls

All of you, you, bastards



You dad gum guv'ment

You sorry rakafratchits

You got yourself an itch

And you want me to scratch it

Well, you dad gum, dad gum, dad gum guv'ment

Oh, don t you know

Oh don't you love 'em sometimes



You dad gum guv'ment

You sorry sons-of-bitches

You got your damn hands in every pocket of my britches

Well, you dad gum, dad gum, dad gum guv'ment

Oh don't you know, don't you love 'em sometimes