Wally World

It’s the national lampoon,
It’s wally world with more cream than crab rangoon,
But if you call me cocky,
You thoughts malarkey,
She calls me sparky
The name’s clark when I’m griswalding,

We bump d’angelo, the bevies and the vandeross
Her cantalopes,
Brand new heavies there for my hand to grope,
And she drives me crazy,
This visine lady,
Got my eyes seeing daisy,

Fuentes, athletic little temptress,
Asmatic from our sessions,
Put our mattress on the guest list,
Cause we boning everywhere we going,
The reason that the curtains flowing,
We sneaked behind your show and owned it,

Told the management to handle it,
Guess this manuscript, makes this man a vandal,
Burn a strand like both candle wicks,
Nimble, splashing waterfalls like sam kimble,
Ludacris, and shoot a kiss from a damn thimble,

Peter pan, looking for a wendy
Sam cooke, darling you send me
To neverland ranch minus the Jesus juice,
Speak the truth, they shouldn’t of let that damn fetus loose,

Peter pan, looking for a wendy
Sam cooke, darling you send me
To neverland ranch minus the Jesus juice,
Speak the truth, they shouldn’t of let that damn fetus loose,

It’s been five since the king died, well more like 8,
The james version, more equipped for that royal name,
Might talk over your head like I’m david byrne,
Watch the neighbors burn,
They said it was, but the same it weren’t,

The pay is dirt but I stretch it like a hamstring,
Do the damn thing,
Peter frampton of the sampling,
Lampin like halogen in the outlet,
Halibut and salad,
Then wilin on the pallacquiredet,

My taste acquired, my place a place for silence,
But her face erase the headaches and taste for violence,
We get live as the bed shakes you pay your tithings,
10 Am on a sunday off reganomics