Grand Salami Time
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Hey, dying quails and frozen ropes or a can of corn
Chopper, 2-hopper, Kansas City Special, duck snort
Hey, it's a beautiful thing, gamer babe and a rhino yawn
Educated cheddar, radio ball, pair of shoes, he gone
You can put it on the board, yes, my, oh, my
Adios pelota, doctor, you can kiss it goodbye
Now the sacks are drunk and so am I, so am I
Get out the rye bread and mustard, grandma, it's grand salami time
Hey (hey), he kicks and deals, a screaming yellow yakker
You can almost taste the pressure now
Hey (hey), open the window, Aunt Minnie, here it comes
Going back at the track, at the wall, see ya
You can put it on the board, yes, my, oh, my
Bonsoir, elle est partie, you can kiss it goodbye
Now the sacks are drunk, and so am, so am I
Get out the rye bread and mustard, grandma, it's grand salami time
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Hey (hey), holy cow or toledo, you believe they pay us for this?
Good night, Irene, it might be, it could be, it is
Hey (hey), ain't the beer cold? How 'bout a Doozie Marooney?
Go to work in sadness and drive home safely
Everybody's got a favorite catchphrase, my, oh, my
Clear the deck, cannonball coming, you can kiss it goodbye
Now the sacks are drunk and so am I, so am I
Get out the rye bread and mustard, grandma, it's grand salami time (hey)
It is long, it is fair
It is gone, but caught
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Hey, dying quails and frozen ropes or a can of corn
Chopper, 2-hopper, Kansas City Special, duck snort
Hey, it's a beautiful thing, gamer babe and a rhino yawn
Educated cheddar, radio ball, pair of shoes, he gone
You can put it on the board, yes, my, oh, my
Adios pelota, doctor, you can kiss it goodbye
Now the sacks are drunk and so am I, so am I
Get out the rye bread and mustard, grandma, it's grand salami time
Hey (hey), he kicks and deals, a screaming yellow yakker
You can almost taste the pressure now
Hey (hey), open the window, Aunt Minnie, here it comes
Going back at the track, at the wall, see ya
You can put it on the board, yes, my, oh, my
Bonsoir, elle est partie, you can kiss it goodbye
Now the sacks are drunk, and so am, so am I
Get out the rye bread and mustard, grandma, it's grand salami time
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Hey (hey), holy cow or toledo, you believe they pay us for this?
Good night, Irene, it might be, it could be, it is
Hey (hey), ain't the beer cold? How 'bout a Doozie Marooney?
Go to work in sadness and drive home safely
Everybody's got a favorite catchphrase, my, oh, my
Clear the deck, cannonball coming, you can kiss it goodbye
Now the sacks are drunk and so am I, so am I
Get out the rye bread and mustard, grandma, it's grand salami time (hey)
It is long, it is fair
It is gone, but caught
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Scott Mccaughey
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