

Vincent walked down to the corner store
With a quiet stride and a heavy chore
He needed some flour and a loaf of rye
And a little white powder
to catch his eye
He bought his bread,
then he bought his COCAINE!
(yi-haw-haw-haw-giggle) Oh, he goes absolutely out of his brain!
He dreams of Andrew Page,
a chud in the flood
A rugged country boy who loves playing in the mud
He hides his thoughts of that muddy man
With a fresh baked loaf
and a silver can
He loves the way
Andrew tractor-drifts the clay
But he has to keep his wild desires at bay
He sliced his bread,
then he snorted COCAINE!
(hee-hee-haaaa-woo-hoo) He's running down the road,
completely insane!
Crying out for Andrew,
the king of the spud
That beautiful big chud who is covered in mud!
Just a loaf of bread,
some mud, and Andrew Page (hahahaha-cough)