Butthole Surfers - Lonesome Bulldog lyrics

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Get along lonesome bulldog it's turning to spring

Get along lonesome bulldog it's that time again

Though it's raining, stop complaining

There's a long road to bear

Get along lonesome bulldog

Get along over there

Get along lonesome bulldog in spring

(spoken)Well, Mohatma Ghandi was a little spindly-bottomed

raggedy-headed boy that grew

up In a Western-Kentucky village called Johnstonville, in Harrison

county, and there he grew

up. His mother was a white woman; His father was a rastafarian who

refused to buy the family

Seafood on their outings. And there he developed a taste for

convertables, blonde-headed

women, And he had a big old long Indian dick...So get along little

Mohatma Ghandi, get along

in the Spring. Well, pretty soon little Mohatma Ghandi was going three

hundred miles an hour,

and I'll Tell you what. He was going three hundred miles an hour because

his strangely

turbocharged Penis-head was making him do it that way. Just kidding.

Mohatma Ghandi had a

tremendous Career in high school, in college, and in law school, and in

the House of

Representatives.There he Found himself as a presidential candidate. He

met up with Mary-Jo

Kopechne and across the Chappaquadick bridge they did ride. So get along

little Mohatma

Ghandi, get along in the Spring.