Old Jerry

Let's hear it for the modern skirts

Hold it up until it hurts

Whistle through the trees and split the brown money

You'll never pop the solid earth

Smelling like a cowboy's cots

Wicked as a sailor's notch she farts

Weather me parn and hit the ground running

You return to tease in vain

For jerry why don't you try mary

Her feet are a wandering flame

For jerry ride the canary

My feet are wandering again

The Cadillac of winter

Listen for the levels' click

Watch it or it just might stick

Whistle through my knees and hit a brown bunny

Hiding in the neighbor's crick

They spell it out with rules and laws

This neighborhood is where the cats' applause

Weather me dawn hit the ground running

You're eaten to tease in vain

For jerry don't you try mary

Her feet are a wandering flame

For jerry ride the canary

Her feet are a wandering flame

For jerry ride the canary tonight x2

I don't like like what you like

Lost in the stickers on the ice cream truck

Your thoughts are what we took for granted

Heart is denser than a hockey puck

And rats in the pile on a tilted room

And the walls are jagged and expanding

But you aren't there to feed them air

Poor jerry don't you try mary

Her feet are a wandering flame

For jerry ride the canary tonight

I know you want to get back