Slap Bass Hunks
It ebbs, flows, moves through your bones
Slap bass hunks in home made canoes
They're rolling along, they're rolling along
They're rolling along in full view of the guns
It chides, chews, suspects that the jews
Were always in league with their nominal foes
It's cheap for the money, it's bad for the soul
And everyone thinks it's a waste of good come
It ebbs, flows, moves through your bones
Slap bass hunks in the heart of the kingdom
They're closing the border, they're shutting their legs
They made all their money so fuck you, so fuck you
It breaks, takes, litters in lakes
Slap bass hunks with their fair-weather mates
They're totally dry, they're totally dry
They're totally dry in the sight of their God
It bangs, cracks, stamps on their backs
And that's just the part that they pay for, in fact
It's good for that woman, but bad for her friends
I'd patronize her but she's too fucking clever
It ebbs, flows, moves through your bones
Slap bass hunks in the heart of the kingdom
They're closing the border, they're shutting their legs
They made all their money so fuck you, so fuck you
They made all their money so fuck you, so fuck you
They made all their money, they're sorry, they're sorry
They're not
