Stinker
Say what you will but i'm a stinker
I come crawling up out of my hole
dirt in my toes, dirt up my nose
I'm a perfect curse to pest control.
Seeds and weeds and muddy meals
crawling around the earth
down in the ground where the sun don't pound
oh, I hibernate in English turf.
Better belive it I'm a stinker
burnin'vermin stink
watch me get as high as a heat wave, honey
tell me what your hound dogs think.
Set in my styles with a beady eye
I got connections wiht the underground
call me a common rodent boy
siting here safe and sound.
Some mole hill mother suntered by
acting like the ace or spades
don't give that cutey no reason to shoot me
when I'm living on the eggs she layed.
