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Yeah! He was a plug-ugly son of a bitch, with a fist where most folks get their face He was a plug-ugly son of a bitch, with a fist where most folks get their face Me and a half dozen of us would've done him in, but he was never around except when we were drunk And he's not like we are, see he doesn't know his place and he thinks he's some kind of big cheese A buck knife, a saw blade, a lead pipe, a twelve gauge Would've done him in, could've put him by A buck knife, a saw blade, a lead pipe, a twelve gauge I could've deep-sixed him, wouldn't bat an eye Well, he's not like we are, see, he drinks his Jack straight, and he sleeps with his wife and he pays his whores And he's not like we are, see, he drinks his Jack straight, and he sleeps in his cab and he pays his whores But I'm God's gift to women, they always want my dick, except for that girl thinks I'm trash And I'm God's gift to women, always want my dick, except for that college girl -- I'll kill her Aus Songtexte Mania