I got no patience, no motivation. I got no get-up-and-go. My wife just asked me to turn off the TV. So I ain't got no TV now, either. No music. It's still around 80 degrees outside, so I ain't got much clothes on.
What Saint Marty does got...a Twinkie in his book bag. That'll go well with his nothin'.
Preach, George... |
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