Ginny

Ginny was a cartoon man
Juggling the world
When she took my hand

Ginny said I was her only man
With a swiss cheese dance card
In her hand

Oh no
Gotta punch it out

Hey

Ginny was a modern man
She got a poem about a barstool
With a passport stamp

Ginny asked me for to be her man
Then she turned out all my pockets
Head full of sand

Oh no
Better wash it out
Oh no
Better sort her out

Woo hoo hoo

Ginny had a blue sedan
We were both sitting shotgun
With a head of sin

Ginny took us to a foreign land
On the longest stretch of road
Winding through the sin

Oh no
I gotta get her out
Oh no
Better sort her out
Oh no
I can't I can't get out



Credits
Writer(s): Brad Aukerman
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