Broken Dong Blues

(ooh-ooh) Mike Honcho rode the river wide

With ten sweet darlings by his side

But now the heat is burning cold

A heavy debt for being bold

Oh the whiskey and the white line dust

Are the only things a man can trust

To keep his broken parts in line

Before they fall off on the vine

He's smoking down that last drag slow

With nowhere left for him to go

The engine's spent, the gears are stripped

From all the poison that he sipped

Oh the whiskey and the white line dust

Are the only things a man can trust

To keep his broken parts in line

Before they fall off on the vine (ahhhh)

Just a puff of smoke

Before the final break (mmm)