Naked Raygun - Slim lyrics

We go a-ridin' into town
A-whompin' and a-whumpin' every livin'
Thing that moves within an inch of it's life
What in the hell was that?
How many times have I told you guys that I
Don't want no horsing around on the airplane?
Oh, shit quicksand!
Hot dang, now we are in trouble welp boys
Break's over don't just laying
There gettin' a sun
Tan ain't gonna do you no good no-how
What in the Wide World of
Sports is a-going on here?
I hired you people to get
A little track laid
Not to jump around like a
Bunch of Kansas City faggots!
LePetomaine Thruway? Now what'll that
Asshole think of next?
Somebody's gotta go back and get
A shit-load of dimes! Well, boys
I reckon this is it – nuclear combat
Toe to toе with the Roosskies
Primary target
Thе ICBM complex at Laputa target
Reference Yankee Golf Tango
Holy Mother of Pearl goll darn it
You use your tongue prettier than
A twenty dollar whore i am depressed
Dang, that was lucky doggone near lost
A four hundred dollar handcar
Now what the hell do you think you're
Doin' with that tin star boy?
Well I've been to one world fair
A picnic, and a rodeo
And that's the stupidest thing I ever heard
Come over a set of earphones
Shoot, a fella' could have a pretty good
Weekend in Vegas with all that stuff
Piss on you! I'm working for Naked Raygun