Justice for Bongo
Yeehaw!
Deputy Frank
I shake the haters like a rattlesnake, ay
I eat my chicken fried steak
In the United States, ay
Just check my license plate
In a pickup on my way to Bongo Billy
I'm about make this yellow belly look silly, ay ay
Out here with the western magic
Brushing my mustache with a cactus
Hey! Hey! Yeah!
Yeehaw!
Since my boy died
I've just been a rambling gambler
Can't get anything I want
So I'm just looking really shambly
I'm always walking around
I can't see anymore
From drinking too much whiskey
But I can always smell
And I know that my boy
Has come back from hell
Banjo Billy
I knew him once and he was too silly
Couldn't fuck with him so I hang with Bongo
But then he blew his brains out
Oh shit
It was so crazy
And here he is
I think he wants to talk
Yo, who killed Bongo Billy?
Yeah I gotta find his killer
And I got to do it quickly
Yeah I need justice for my boy Bongo
But first I got to hit the bong, yo
Smoking weed in the middle of 'bama
I don't give a fuck
What you about son?
I'm gonna find Banjo Billy and kill him
Banjo Billy and I play the bongos
Which I got from the plug in the Congo
Feeling like a Abra I might teleport
Someday I wanna see the far shore
Riding through the field with my banjo
Trying to get the yield get my bands up
Billy with the straight from the grass flow
Smoking reefer, feeling like a phantom
Yo, who killed Bongo Billy?
Yeah I gotta find his killer
And I got to do it quickly
Yeah I need justice for my boy Bongo
But first I got to hit the bong, yo
Smoking weed in the middle of 'bama
I don't give a fuck
What you about son?
I'm gonna find Banjo Billy and kill him
I finally found Bongo's killer
It was not Ms. Miller
It was that Banjo Billy guy
From the earlier verse
Gonna find him
Send him home in a hearse
Yeehaw
I'm the Cowboy Police
AKA the town sheriff 'round this parts
And I gotta fart
On Banjo's face
And give him twenty to life
I ain't nice I got a knife
And a gun
It's a revolver
What's up, son? Yeehaw!
I'm the sheriff 'round these parts
And I'm avenging body parts
Specifically Bongo Billy's entire body
Come get in my cop car
And ride shotty
Yeehaw, ride 'em, cowboy!
The cops tracked down Banjo Billy
And shot him 12 times
Killing him immediately
He was then tried as a dead man
And found guilty for killing Bongo Billy
And they put his corpse in the jail
Instead of burying him because fuck that guy
Anyway, now that Bongo Billy had been properly avenged
His soul was at peace
And say you even can hear his bongos
Playing through the night
Deputy Frank
I shake the haters like a rattlesnake, ay
I eat my chicken fried steak
In the United States, ay
Just check my license plate
In a pickup on my way to Bongo Billy
I'm about make this yellow belly look silly, ay ay
Out here with the western magic
Brushing my mustache with a cactus
Hey! Hey! Yeah!
Yeehaw!
Since my boy died
I've just been a rambling gambler
Can't get anything I want
So I'm just looking really shambly
I'm always walking around
I can't see anymore
From drinking too much whiskey
But I can always smell
And I know that my boy
Has come back from hell
Banjo Billy
I knew him once and he was too silly
Couldn't fuck with him so I hang with Bongo
But then he blew his brains out
Oh shit
It was so crazy
And here he is
I think he wants to talk
Yo, who killed Bongo Billy?
Yeah I gotta find his killer
And I got to do it quickly
Yeah I need justice for my boy Bongo
But first I got to hit the bong, yo
Smoking weed in the middle of 'bama
I don't give a fuck
What you about son?
I'm gonna find Banjo Billy and kill him
Banjo Billy and I play the bongos
Which I got from the plug in the Congo
Feeling like a Abra I might teleport
Someday I wanna see the far shore
Riding through the field with my banjo
Trying to get the yield get my bands up
Billy with the straight from the grass flow
Smoking reefer, feeling like a phantom
Yo, who killed Bongo Billy?
Yeah I gotta find his killer
And I got to do it quickly
Yeah I need justice for my boy Bongo
But first I got to hit the bong, yo
Smoking weed in the middle of 'bama
I don't give a fuck
What you about son?
I'm gonna find Banjo Billy and kill him
I finally found Bongo's killer
It was not Ms. Miller
It was that Banjo Billy guy
From the earlier verse
Gonna find him
Send him home in a hearse
Yeehaw
I'm the Cowboy Police
AKA the town sheriff 'round this parts
And I gotta fart
On Banjo's face
And give him twenty to life
I ain't nice I got a knife
And a gun
It's a revolver
What's up, son? Yeehaw!
I'm the sheriff 'round these parts
And I'm avenging body parts
Specifically Bongo Billy's entire body
Come get in my cop car
And ride shotty
Yeehaw, ride 'em, cowboy!
The cops tracked down Banjo Billy
And shot him 12 times
Killing him immediately
He was then tried as a dead man
And found guilty for killing Bongo Billy
And they put his corpse in the jail
Instead of burying him because fuck that guy
Anyway, now that Bongo Billy had been properly avenged
His soul was at peace
And say you even can hear his bongos
Playing through the night
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Writer(s): Sleeter Skinny
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