The Long and Slow Deliberate Walk of Sam Grindlinger

He's getting younger
And I'm getting older
He's devolving slowly
While I'm aging rapidly
Where did the time go?
Where did my life go?
He don't care about any of that
Take his heed
He'll make ya bleed!
He'll make you laugh
He'll make you cry
And you try to reason
But you don't know why
Cause he's got a knack to make you bleed!
He does

He'll go dancing in the middle of the night
He'll go dancing cause it's his right
He'll go dancing in the middle of the day
He will drive slowly and he'll be okay
He'll go dancing in the springtime of the June
He'll go prancing with his clothes in the nude
He'll go riffing at the top of his bass
We will take all notice of his angelic face

What is his politics?
What is the size of his dicks?
What is the girth of his mind?
What is the epoch of his time?
Where did he slog from?
Why is he here?
Will he come save us?
I don't think so, i fear
But again, what is the size of his dicks?
The largest on record and the envy of all pricks

Don't we want to be the best singers
The long and slow walk of Sam Grindlinger
Don't we need to put down the ringer
The brave and the daring, Mister Grindlinger
Don't we see the last line is a pisser
She don't want to hear trust
Thus we will now diss her
Don't we want to be a French zinger
The long and slow walk of my dirty brown finger

He's getting younger
While I'm getting older
We're all devolving slowly
While I'm aging rapidly
Where did the time go?
Where did my life go?

Don't we want to be the best singers
The long and slow walk of Sam Grindlinger



Credits
Writer(s): Winston Campbell
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