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Started by Anonymous, April 07, 2023, 03:37:08 AM
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When he smelled the dreaded weed he'd get a giant erection
He'd stand up on his back legs and point out the direction
No trouble getting stoned, he had a drug dog of his own
Well the bloke had named him "Stiffy" when he was just a pup
'Cause every time he rolled a joint the dog would bar up
Like a magnetized carrot his cock would point right at the stash
But it had to be head and it had to be fresh
He had a drug dog of his own, trained in pot detection
When he smelled the dreaded weed he'd get a giant erection
He'd stand up on his back legs and point out the direction
No trouble getting stoned, he had a drug dog of his own
He used to take old Stiffy walking in the forest every day
They'd go in all directions, each day a different way
And every now and then the dog would stop dead in in his tracks
He'd stand up on his back legs and slowly crack a fat
He had a drug dog of his own, trained in pot detection
When he smelled the dreaded weed he'd get a giant erection
He'd stand up on his back legs and point out the direction
No trouble getting stoned, he had a drug dog of his own
Now the local lads got wind of Stiffy's talent with his cock
So one day in the public bar they met and hatched a plot
They'd set a trap for Stiffy, take turns to watch the crops
Pot his carrot with an air gun, didn't want to blow it off
He had a drug dog of his own, trained in pot detection
When he smelled the dreaded weed he'd get a giant erection
But since his cock got shot, he's kept it out of sight
Now he has to grow his own since old Stiffy hid his bone
He had a drug dog of his own, trained in pot detection
When he smelled the dreaded weed he'd get a giant erection
He'd stand up on his back legs and point out the direction
No trouble getting stoned, he had a drug dog of his own
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And it's an only child
Concernin' my reputation
As something more than wild
I know it serves me right
But I can't sleep at night
Have to hide my face
Or go some other play-ay-ay-ay-ay-ace
I won't cry out for justice
Admit that I was wrong
I'll stay in hibernation
'Til the talk subsides to gone
My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
Guess I'm down to size
To size
Can't seem to talk about
The things that bother me
Seems to be
What everybody has
Against me
Oh, oh, all right
Here's the situation
And how it really stands
I'm out of circulation
I've all but washed my hands
My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
Guess I'm down to size
To size
Talk talk Talk talk Talk talk Talk talk
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