The Dozens

[Verse 1]
Good evening, missess, ladies
Peace, praise god
A blessing unto the race
Speaking of love
And peace, and god
Would you mind showing
A little christian kindness to me?
I can show you the taste, you see
Oh, I don't have nothin' to hide
I got a bad heart, so it ain't for me
Not really, ask a doctor
He'll tell you I'm a serious case
Come on, bread
Help me get that taste
It's a medical emergency, you see

[Verse 2]
Don't jump, folks
Take them looks off your face
I ain't one of them dope addicts
That's a teeny-bopper bag
Whoever seen a junkie as old as me?
I just want my taste, you see

[Verse 3]
My story's sad, ain't it?
Believe you me, how about a little something
To show your sympathy?
Have a little pity
What you say, folks
You got a little boost for me?
What you say, folks
How about that?
OK? No, huh?
I see, I see

[Verse 4]
What you all say, would you believe it?
If I told you that the woman used to belong to me?
A sweet and gentle woman, with lips of honey?
That do the trick?
Please, lay a little change on me
OK? No, huh?
I see, I see

[Verse 5]
And war, you ever had your nose rubbed in that?
"Come on, boys, we're makin' the world safe for democracy!"
And our famous victory mixture
You ever been down whiff and had a whiff of that?
Oil, and fear, and prom, and barbeque jap?
About that taste, folks
Lay a little change on me
OK? No, huh?
I see, I see

[Verse 6]
What would you all say
If I told you about a buddy who wasn't a buddy
But a guy just using you?
And a woman too sweet, too gentle
With a mouth too full of honey
That's always good for a grin anyday that the lord send
Anyday, ain't it? That's always funny
Come on folks, what you say?
OK? No, huh?
I see, I see

[Verse 7]
Please, pretty please
In the name of the father and the son
A glass of anything
Muskertails, Sherry, Bloody Mary
Heap, beer, brandy, gin
Pretty please, you see the fix I'm in
Pretty please, folks, anything'll do
A glass of H2O, OK, I'm game
What's that anyway?
Water?
Funny, that's funny, folks, bravo
Suck out of my ass with a straw
You tryin' to make a fool out of me?
Your dad's breath smell like whylock sparch
Your sister got so many wrinkles on her fat belly
She gotta screw on her drawers
You'll never be the man your mom was
Gentleman cause was a fightin' man, he did he up

[Verse 9]
Excuse me, excuse me ladies and gentlemen
Thank you kindly
I could tell right away you folks was elite
It shows a mile away, first thing you see
Goodnight, misses ladies
Peace, and praise god