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To . . . NIGHT! In . . . Span . . . ky . . . Land!
(yeah different song, sue me)
The screen door slams,
Paigow's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across Porkchop
as the radio plays
The Politics Board gets so lonely
Hey, Paigs, it's Spank, and I want you, only
don't turn Less on again, he just can't help himself, alone.
Don't run back outside, darlin,
you know the Buck's still there
and he scares me, and baby, you're thinking
that maybe I ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith (the skunks come out at night!)
I ain't a playa, but, hey, I'm all right
Yeah, and the cats all sleep with me
You can stay here for poker
And study my cards
Watch out for the neighbors
The kids in my yards
Waste your summer praying in vain
For an SO to rise from these sheets
Well, now, I'm no spinster
That's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl
Is within this neighborhood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair
Well, the night's getting hotter
and I don't like to use my central air
We got one last chance to make it real
to make less and slave say "what's the deal?"
Climb on top
Heaven's waiting on the reverse cowboy
Oh, oh, come take my hand
Paigow's coming tonight, it's the promised land
Oh oh Spankyland, oh Spankyland
oh Spankyland
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