The Ballad of Billy the Choad
(sung to the tune of Rawhide):
Keep Greasin’, Greasin’, Greasin’,
Though I look like Jackie Gleason,
Keep them hotties greasin’, rawhide!
Don’t try to understand ’em,
Just rope and throw and grab ’em,
Soon we’ll be living high and dry.
Boy my heart’s calculatin’
My chest shave will be waitin’, waitin’ at the end of my ride.
Douche ’em on, head ’em up,
Head ’em up, douche ’em out,
douche ’em on, head ’em out Rawhide!
Rub one out, ride ’em in
Ride one in, rub one out,
Rub one out, ride ’em in Rawhide!
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Though my nips are swollen
Keep them boobies rollin’, Rawhide!
Clubs and Goose and leather
Hell-bent for Sarah and Heather,
Wishin’ my bling was by my side.
All the things I’m missin’,
Good hairgel, and Snake Plisskin’,
Are waiting at the end of my ride …
Yeah yeah, I know the one on the left isn’t hott but I’m hung over so go with it.
