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The W's ... King Of Polyester |
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Pulled up as he parked the car then he took his feet and walked right
up to the door. Went inside looking slick as snot with his smile so suave
that the women all dropped. Bag in hand with his hammer inside it. Shoes
so shiny with his Cuban cigar lit down two steps and to the right. Lucky
ten was his number tonight. Stepped on up with an arrow in sight. From
the middle 1, 2, 3 to the right out for the hand shake up for the call,
watch and see those rednecks fall. Who is he? King of polyester. Who is
he? King of polyester. Who is he? King of polyester. What does he do?
One after another he watched them fall, his mighty hook was way to much
for them all the people cheered as they swept them away he turned around
and said well what can I say halfway there with no sweat in sight he swung
once again and knocked them down with all of his might 7, 8, 9 without
a problem the room grew silent as he came upon ten. Two down with one
to go. If he gets the last one it will quite a show. His arm swung forward
as he let it go. The air was shattered by the force of the throw down
the alley with his perfect hook. He hit them so hard the whole room shook
people cheered as they hit the ground. Their ears were deafened by the
crushing sound. Waved to the people as he picked up his bag grabbed his
cigar and his black silk rag. Up two steps and to the right, out the door
be back tomorrow night. |
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