Hey John

Hey john, big brawn, go long 

I was thinking about that

that little road you were

talking, shouting about 

My memory never serves

me right, digs me tight

What was goin on down 

there - oolong, thrown on,

full gone. Hey john 

I've got to get going, 

you know that road 

down in the southern

the one where still dawn, 

full on, bitch gone goes

hanging around in snare bait?

Hey John didn't mean to call

you that, but looking on 

like word's important, 

quiet down like dawn

endorse it. What?