Shot Shot

Well hey, how's tricks, man?

I think I've seen you before

Blank, blank, do ya

You looked a lot older

You've been working out

What's wrong with that?

Well, he came back and came marching in

Shot shot to the

He found a good reason

Do it for the money

What's wrong with that?

Control your bad side in to peril

We come down, hold the line

You'll survive, dead wrong

So please stop talking

Start puckering up

My ears are blank

It's the special occasions

You do it for the money

Can't go wrong with that

Explode or capsize

Provide my poet

If you're down, tow the line

You're so fine, dead wrong