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The Problem With Big Round Barrels (A Series of Cooped Lymrics)

A barrel of laughs, like a barrel of hope Echoing in my ears like suds in the soap Chuckle, chuckle, chuckle Loosen up my buckle Roll around on the floor like a big dumb dope A barrel of monkeys, what the heck does that mean? Oh dear lord, don't let 'em out or they'll cause a scene Pop the top Never stop Those two in the back corner are being obscene A barrel of beer, now we're talkin Strap on that tap, and no more walkin Big mug Glub glub Nothing to do but keep on talkin A barrel of whiskey, you crazy son of a bi*ch Don't worry, we'll pace our selves, go off without a hitch Here comes my rebuke Someone's gonna puke It's a cold hard morning when you wake up in a ditch A barrel of wine, oh still the beating of my heart Could turn any to loving regardless of the start Another my dear Baby have no fear I would love to kiss you, what a beautiful remark

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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