Medicine Ball Malone

Medicine Ball Malone, with a hiccup and a phone
Medicine Ball Malone gonna drive the damn point home

He was the son of a baker
Who was also a gambler
And he stashed his bread away
He got the key from the closet
Left his Dad in the Dorset
And he took that cash away

Medicine Ball Malone, with a hiccup and a phone
Medicine Ball Malone gonna drive the damn point home

He bought a gun and a camera
From a guy in the slammer
And placed an ad on the telly
He'll clear your lot in an hour
Build a shack with a bough-a
And eliminate the rellies
Now just keep your eye on the Beamer
And not the Cleveland steamer
And you might get out alive

Medicine Ball Malone, with a suitcase and a bone
Medicine Ball Malone gonna drive the damn point home
Medicine Ball Malone, with a dagger and a stone
Medicine Ball Malone gonna drive the damn point home

He made a cat's nap much deeper
Put a hot mess in a freezer
And he cut an old dolt's oxy
He popped more than a zit now
On the face of a git now
And retired himself to Biloxi

Medicine Ball Malone, with a latte and a scone
Medicine Ball Malone gonna drive his damn self home



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Writer(s): Za's Stair
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