Old soup on your apron babe

The old men talk all day they talk about the same old things
And were gonna be a bucket of bones
I'll lick it off I woke up to the alarm on my radio
Baby, I ain't one to wait I gonna get your britches off
And shoot the rockets in the rescue zone
Dirty sheets and a dirty hand full of blow thrift store opened
A dysfunctional home hostage all alone
Any day now there gonna drop the bomb
You told me to get a barrel
We got an hour till day
Adoption papers ready come to Dixie
Those AM airwaves all ways set me off

(And ride it down niagra falls)
And I gotta buy a pair of shoes
Gotta get her number and I'm gonna make a telephone call
Let's go splash some booze I wanna drink it off
We got to go all the way
Roll over baby say hello daddy king