Back in prison we used to sing this song. It was about my Cell mate
Woger Wiseman. It goes something like this:


WELL THE SOUTH SIDE OF GLEN DALE
IS THE FAGGOT SIDE OF TOWN
AND IF YOU GO DOWN THERE YOU BEST BEWARE
OF A PUNK NAMED WOGER WISEMAN


NOW WOGER IS A FAGGOT
STAND ABOUT 5 FOOT FOUR
ALL THE DOWNTOWN JOHNS CALL HIM LOOSE SPHINCTER LOVER
HIS MOTHER CALL HIM 'HOE


CHORUS
AND IT'S BAD BAD WOGER WISEMAN
THE BADDEST PUNK IN THE WHOLE CELL BLOCK
BADDER THAN RICHARD SIMMONS
AND FATTER THAN NAT KING COLE


NOW WOGER HE'S A PUSSY
AND HE LIKES HIS PURPLE CLOTHES
HE LIKES TO WEAR HIS FISHNET HOSE,
UNDER EVERYONE'S NOSE
HE GOT CUSTOM PINK PANTIES
HE GOT A FRENCH TICKLE TOO
HE GOT A 32 INCH DILDO IN HIS POCKET FOR FUN
A VIBRATOR IN HIS SHOE


(REPEAT CHORUS)


NOW FRIDAY 'BOUT A WEEK AGO
WOGER SUCKIN' DICK
AND AT THE END OF THE YARD
SAT A BROTHER NAMED BINKIE
AND OO THAT GUY LOOKED NICE
WELL HE CAST HIS EYES UPON HIM
AND THE TROUBLE SOON BEGAN
CAUSE WOGER LEARNED A LESSON
BOUT MESSIN' WITH A PUNK OF A JEALOUS BITCH


WELL THE PUNKS TOOK TO BITCH SLAPPIN'
AND WHEN THEY PULLED THEM FROM THE BED
ROGER'S LARD ASS LOOKED LIKE A BLOODY PUZZLE
WITH AN EXTRA HOLE!


(REPEAT CHORUS)



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AB8MQ wrote:
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Smells Like Lloyd Davies
Nirvana/George Harrysong/Dr. Winston O'Boogie


Here is a song all about
A kid from the town of Athens, Alabama
Who is that kid who was anal probed
And always says I'm not fat I'm just big boned
Big boned, big boned, big boned Oh no
Big boned, big boned, big boned


Now he's mean and acting bad
I would too if my mom were my dad
He always says he'll be strong and buff
But always ends up on the couch eating cheesy puffs
Well, he has little talent
But he has just one parent, Yeah


He's unintel-ligible
He just can't get knowledge though his skull
It's hard to believe that he's not fat
Can't ever get a date, how about that
Big boned, big boned, big boned Oh
Big boned, big boned, big boned


Well he felt traumatized
When Lloyd's brother was circumcised
Go on a diet, He don't wanna
This little piggy loves his momma
He restarted civil war battles
And from his head spews only prattle, Yeah


And he forgets to use his brain
Oh well, I guess he is insane
Ways to make money so hard to find
What will he think of next, oh, nevermind
Who knows, who knows, who knows
Who knows, who knows, who knows


Well, he is always eatin'
And weight is what he's gainin'
Bought a kid's pubic shavings
Wouldn't stop till he got even
There was the song all about
Lloyd Davies from Athens, Alabama
Sayonara, sayonara
Ayonawa, odinawa
Odinaya, yodinaya
Yaddayadda, yaaahyaaah
Ayaaaaaah!

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