Well suckers and smuckers 

Wake up you little fuckers 

Weaving in and out of truckers 

Trying to write a letter home 

Yes i should have stood in bed 

With loretta lynn in my head 

That's me i'm smelling like a rose 

Waking up in filthy clothes 


And where have they gone 

That's where i'll be 

I'll hang around 

Come play with me 


I developed a rash 

I've kept my cash 

We're keeping all of this 

In mind 

Bending on the burlap knee 

The kindness that would keep 

Would you consider the creeps 

You come in contact with 


And where have they gone 

That's where i'll be 

I'll hang around 

Come play with me 


Where's that little scotty 

He's over by the portapotty 

Yes he's watching the girl with the frogs 

Open a bottle with her teeth 

I saw uncle tom's momma 

Wearin' my old pajamas 

Woven in our little drama 

Punctuated by a point and not a comma 


And where have they gone 

That's where i'll be 

I'll hang around 

Come play with me