Smuckers

Smuckers - Lambchop

Written by：Kurt Wagner

Well suckers and smuckers

Wake up you little f**kers

Weaving in and out of truckers

Trying to write a letter home

Yes I should have stood in bed

With loretta lynn in my head

That's me I'm smelling like a rose

Waking up in filthy clothes

And where have they gone

That's where I'll be

I'll hang around

Come play with me

I developed a rash

I've kept my cash

We're keeping all of this

In mind

Bending on the burlap knee

The kindness that would keep

Would you consider the creeps

You come in contact with

And where have they gone

That's where I'll be

I'll hang around

Come play with me

Come play with me

Come play with me

Come play with me

Come play with

Come play with me

Come play with me

Come play with me

Come play with

Where's that little scotty

He's over by the portapotty

Yes he's watching the girl with the frogs

Open a bottle with her teeth

I saw uncle Tom's momma

Wearin' my old pajamas

Woven in our little drama

Punctuated by a point

And not a comma