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Lonesome Bulldog lyrics
Get along lonesome bulldog it s turning to spring
Get along lonesome bulldog it s that time again
Though it s raining, stop complaining
There s a long road to bear
Get along lonesome bulldog
Get along over there
Get along lonesome bulldog in spring
(spoken)Well, Mohatma Ghandi was a little spindly-bottomed
raggedy-headed boy that grew
up In a Western-Kentucky village called Johnstonville, in Harrison
county, and there he grew
up. His mother was a white woman; His father was a rastafarian who
refused to buy the family
Seafood on their outings. And there he developed a taste for
convertables, blonde-headed
women, And he had a big old long Indian dick...So get along little
Mohatma Ghandi, get along
in the Spring. Well, pretty soon little Mohatma Ghandi was going three
hundred miles an hour,
and I ll Tell you what. He was going three hundred miles an hour because
his strangely
turbocharged Penis-head was making him do it that way. Just kidding.
Mohatma Ghandi had a
tremendous Career in high school, in college, and in law school, and in
the House of
Representatives.There he Found himself as a presidential candidate. He
met up with Mary-Jo
Kopechne and across the Chappaquadick bridge they did ride. So get along
little Mohatma
Ghandi, get along in the Spring.
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