Hogwash and Balderdash

Hogwash and balderdash
Chickens from the pen
Coming down the rivers
Of Salafessien

I'm picking out fish bones
On unstable rafts
And checking every angle
Every foliage gap

I can't keep this speed
The sun's too much!
Balderdash settle

You've just lost the touch
This hogwash he stood
And he licked fingers clean

While mocking his comrades
Admits to defeat
He kicked, he scolded
Pulled on low cheeks...

Hogwash and balderdash
Chickens from the pen
Surveying the beaches
Of Salafessien

Picking out the pebbles
And throwing them ashore
I'm checking every second
For men of the law

Hogwash stops and stares at the floor
"From where comes this stench that can't be ignored?"
Lucky for balder his sweat escapes view
This being, the origin of the aromatic stew
Which led to the following bellow of phioux

With his right on his nose, hogs left hand claps balder
Across his bare scalp as if to extract
His brain thought submissive, that inside grows bolder



Credits
Writer(s): Morgan Simpson, Cameron Overeynder, Geordie Greep
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