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 uh huh
Oh don't you know oh don't you love 'em sometimes uh huh

Well you dad gum guv'ment you better pay attention
You said enough there like a fool's convention
Well you dad gum...

Well you soul sellin' no good son of a shoe fittin' fire starlers
I ought to tear your no good preambulatory bone frame
And nail it to your guv'ment walls all of you you bastard
You dad gum guv'ment you sorry rakafratchits
You got yourself an itch and you want me to scratch it
Well you dad gum...
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Well you soul sellin'...
Well you dad gum...