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Sep 2011
**** Deck

I got rubbery legs and a pain in the neck
sick to my stomach down on the **** deck

I'm rockin and rollin but there isn't a beat
trying so hard to just stay on my featΒ Β 

the waves or crashing high on the bow
my belly is groaning I sound like a cow

I bounce off the walls first left and then right
been doing the same thing all frigin night

***** bags are stuck to the walls
in the circles and in the halls

some folks are funny they're faces all green
beware of projectiles potatoes and bean

but I'll do it again I'll do it once more
if only I could open this GD door

put my head in the toilet give it a flush
boy that tastes bad where is my tooth brush

yes the seas were high but I was out flat
couldn't sign on couldn't even chat

what's that on the floor aw man what the heck
now I know why they call it the **** deck

Gomer LePoet...
David Nelson
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David Nelson  Missouri
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