So Maybelline greased
battered up
Toyota Corolla rolled into a ditch,
don't you know?
She rainin', she pourin',
creek a -gettin' muddy,
ain't got no horse to ride.
She rainin', she pourin',
creek a -gettin' muddy,
ain't got no horse to ride.
A kind -hearted woman took
me to her bosom
Said, hang them damn biscuity thieves
And gnawed on me like a wheel of
hippie cheese
Chicken sharks with their blurry talk
Worrying bones, everybody knows
She's raining, she's pouring,
the creek is getting muddy
Got no horse to ride
She's raining, she's pouring,
the creek is getting muddy
Got no horse to ride
His love, she lived in red,
took me to her bed
Said, remember the man
Commenced to lickin' it like a
sugar cane
She's calculated waiting,
know she's gonna get it,
gonna make her a big amount
Calls you from her sens
ible bedside phone
She's raining, she's pouring,
the creek is getting muddy,
she's got no horse to ride
She rainin', she pourin',
the creek a -gettin' muddy
She got no face to hide
Maybelline grease battered
up her toilet
Corolla rollin' through her dish,
don't you know
You