| Lyrics: | The name is Potter, hi there
I'm sure getting hotter, minder
I told her strict she could
see my prickled cactus back in the confines of
my home
She didn't say yes, but she didn't
say no, said just go get a cactus of her
own
Nigger in the woodpile,
?mindout?
Trigger as a docile, find out
Roll up, roll up, come and see my ?fingermass
singermass? songs like you
never seen before
Roll out, old town, to the place in town it's
a case of a pound and a race
to the bedroom-door
Roll up, roll up, come and see my
?fingermass singermass? songs like you
never seen before
Roll out, old town, to the
place in town it's a case of a pound and a race
to the bedroom-door |
