I got 'round to singing 'bout
This gang of gin I'm in
Then you'll know most certainly
The kind of game i'm in
Just talking 'bout
Just slinging 'bout
The gang of gin, I'm rollin' in, oh
Then you'll know, the kind of state I'm in
Who will buy my beautfil roses
Who will buy my beautiful so-ong
Who will buy my beautfil roses
Who will buy my beautiful so-ong
Oh in a nutshell
In a nutshell, no
In a nutshell
In a nutshell
I got 'round to singin' 'bout
This gang of gin I'm in
Oh then you'll know
The kind of game i'm in
She was getting pally
With the scally in the alley
Giving head for gear
Called a spade a spade
Got a slit from ear to ear
Who will buy my beautiful roses
Who will buy my beautiful so-ongs
Who will buy my beautiful roses
Who will buy my beautiful song
Well I show no decorum
Spill my heart out on the forum
It's like a snapshot of
The most tragic day
I would tell you my story,
But treachery it bores me
Carl and mcgee both promised me
It would not happen this way
Carl is kept sedated
The frontman elevated
And Mcgee doing all he can
To ruin my band
And keep me out the way
In this industry of fools,
Muscle men and ghouls
If you're not a puppet or a muppet
Then you might as well call it a day,
Ay-ay
The truth it gets distorted
The wall scrapings get snorted
I'm welcome back
If I give up crack
But you gave me
My first pipe anyway, no
Can't show no decorum
Post left on the forum
It's like a snapshot of
The most tragic day
Oh yay