If you **** an ear on a moonlit night-
point it to the sky,
you just may hear the crunch of gear
of sputnik whizzing by,
It was built by them there Russians
errrrrrrm,,,, 'bout 1957,
outta garbage cans n rusty vans
then launched quite close to heaven,
think it's due fer re-entry soon-
but I guess I'll be in bed.
so I'll pray real hard that she's off her guard
and it lands on the ex wife's head
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 2:13 PM UTC
If you **** an ear on a moonlit night-
point it to the sky,
you just may hear the crunch of gear
of sputnik whizzing by,
It was built by them there Russians
errrrrrrm,,,, 'bout 1957,
outta garbage cans n rusty vans
then launched quite close to heaven,
think it's due fer re-entry soon-
but I guess I'll be in bed.
so I'll pray real hard that she's off her guard
and it lands on the ex wife's head
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