I Got the Six

Livin' room, passin' time
Talkin' trash, sippin' wine
I need somethin' more substantial

New deck, playin' cards
I don't like to work this hard
I think I'll have to cancel

I'm runnin' out of time
I'm 'bout to lose my mind
I got the six
Gimme your nine

Slow hand on the clock
Sittin' here like a rock
I'm feelin' so abnormal

Pictures in my magazine
All my thoughts are so obscene
Cover up that centerfold

I'm runnin' outta time
I'm 'bout to lose my mind
I got the six
Gimme your nine

Look at this, what a pair
She won't let me touch her there
She's so discriminating

This is weird, it's time to blow
I just heard the rooster crow
Guess I'll have to spank my monkey

I'm runnin' out of time
I'm 'bout to lose my mind
I got the six
Gimme your nine (aw, baby!)



Credits
Writer(s): Billy Gibbons, Joe Hill, Lee Beard Frank
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