Rick Cormier - 16 Sons (2007, Parody, USA) | Текст песни

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• 16 Sons (2007, Parody, USA)

Lyrics: Dee Range
Vocals & Recording: Rick Cormier
Release: Oct 09, 2007
Port Richey, FL, USA

• Sixteen Sons

Some kids’ll think their pa is made out of cash
But I look poor next to trailer park trash
Trailer park trash, at least got phones…
Two cans and a string is all that I own

I got six-teen sons, love ‘em but yet
One’s robbin’ banks and one’s takin’ in bets
One’s peter may be fallin’ off, ’cause I been tol’
He stuck his pole in a marginal hole

One is smug-glin’ cocaine where the sun doesn’t shine
One walks with a shuffle, one’s as mute as a mime
I got six-teen sons, and twenty’s the goal
But the wife done said “LET’S REST MY HOLE”

We got six-teen sons, and twenty one pets

Don’t know what’s for dinner but it sits on a RITZ
Salt peter she’s been givin’ me ’cause I just know
Muh durned ‘ol pole’s been refusin’ to grow

I was woke one mornin’ when the Grizz-ly came
Askin’ fer trouble, so I said “I’m game”
We fought down to the river bed and I ain’t lyin’
Next spring I’ll have a couple cubs to claim that’s mine

I got six-teen sons, one with two heads
Never learned the meanin’ of the word ‘inbred’
WEED EATER’S what we’re usin’ for our hair cuts
The hound dog howls, now I got eight more mutts

The law makes a livin’ raidin’ my old still
Most night’s I drink up ’till I get my fill
A jug ‘a good ‘shine, another ‘a beer
My last DUI I blew a (point).5 near ***

I got six-teen sons, and twenty nine pets
I just might make it to the Guiness book yet
Oh TROJAN don’t ya fail me when I explode
There’s no more room to expand this abode


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