George’s Cosmic Cabaret

(whoa!) George or Georgie Georgio cuz George is a she Apparently there was

another canine void that we- needed to fill And apparently,

some toxicity,

to fill our cilia We didn’t really know,

uh frenchie ass gas had that much mass- whoah!

I can’t breathe!

George’s ass, I can taste it- gross!

George’s ass, I think I got some of it

on me!

But we can’t really fault you,

we love you, your snortin’ snorin’ one eye,

too. What is that?

Shit on my shirt!?

Ew, it’s on my hand!

Your diet is as bag as your sister’s,

let’s list hers, UH!

I swear to god if you headbut my mouth one more time!

But you were kneaded from a loaf of bread and a potato.

Into a bigger loaf of bread and a potato.

Stop licking me! Okay,

we can cuddle- get in here!

George’s ass,

I can taste it- gross!

George’s ass, I think I got some of it

on me!

My eyes are watering-thanks.

It’s burning my nose!

We love jore- what the fuck!?

What’s dying inside you!

Love you George, your special,

one eye and all left-sided.

I hope you’ll live a happy life-

after you gas us all to death,

and nobody’s around to feed your stupid ass!

George’s ass, I can taste it- gross!

George’s ass,

I think I got some of it on me!

(we love you George!)