Park people are winos and homos and cheaters and thieves.
Park people are ugly, when they walk, they wheeze.
You'll find them 'neath bushes under blankets of leaves.
Park people do as they please.
Park people can stand around naked,
Throw up in public,
And not bat an eye.
Park people pick their noses, scratch their ****** *** in alleys,
And laugh so hard they cry.
Park people remember their mothers and their lovers,
Who they left for a bottle of rye.
Strange way for someone to die.
Park people don't care 'bout nuthin,
Cept MD 20-20,
And how to get plenty,
Pre......fur.....uh......bly,
For free.
Yes, the park people smile at you,
And the strange things you do,
To get away from them.
"Spare change, brother?"
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
Park people are winos and homos and cheaters and thieves.
Park people are ugly, when they walk, they wheeze.
You'll find them 'neath bushes under blankets of leaves.
Park people do as they please.
Park people can stand around naked,
Throw up in public,
And not bat an eye.
Park people pick their noses, scratch their ****** *** in alleys,
And laugh so hard they cry.
Park people remember their mothers and their lovers,
Who they left for a bottle of rye.
Strange way for someone to die.
Park people don't care 'bout nuthin,
Cept MD 20-20,
And how to get plenty,
Pre......fur.....uh......bly,
For free.
Yes, the park people smile at you,
And the strange things you do,
To get away from them.
"Spare change, brother?"