All Them Boys Songtext

von Hymie's Basement

Spit that gum into the sun,
Walk in a circle a perfect gun.
All them boys and all they noise,
All them boys and all they noise.

Right now, i am not installing a carborator in my uncle's minibus,
I guess i could be enclosing the porch.
I could be applying for a job at the provident bank,
Or having my cuticles cut my asian women for twenty bucks..

Spit that gum into the sun,
Walk in a circle a perfect gun.
All them boys and all they noise,
All them boys and all they noise.

Right now, i'm not clearing land in a costa rican rainforest
For american logging companies, chainsaw in hand (what are my options?).
I guess that i could chaperone the boys choir's field trip to busch gardens.
Atlantic city, fist full of beach sand, bucket:
Dead jellyfish (ventnor). oakercroak island. i guess i could...

Spit that gum into the sun,
Walk in a circle a perfect gun.
All them boys and all they noise,
All them boys and all they noise.