Killdozer New Pants And Shirt Lyrics

Enter the forty-nine gates of uncleanliness!

Enter the forty-nine gates of uncleanliness
Said she, pushing up her skirt
I held my breath against her fetidness
As I gazed upon the swinish flirt

I worked like a mule down in the pit
For seven long days and seven lonely nights
That makes one week exactly for those of you
Who lack the skills to add things up right

Born in this pig sty
In my new pants and shirt
But I leaned on the fence
And I fell in the dirt

Crank Mr. Peanut's handle said The addle brained coot with a toothless grin
I fled rather than let myself
To be bathed in the unforgivable sin

I went straight home where I was met
By my mother with her skirt up over her head
Sometimes I wonder just why the hell
I ever bother to get out of bed

Born in this pig sty
In my new pants and shirt
But I leaned on the fence
And I fell in the dirt

Born in this pig sty
In my new pants and shirt
But I leaned on the fence
And I fell in the dirt