Mr. Walker’s


At Mr. Walker’s they breed fleas
They’ll bring you to your knees
Jumping up and down
Like little savage clowns
At Mr. Walker’s they breed fleas

At Mr. Walker’s they don’t care
About war and all the poor
They’re too busy drinking rail
And eating stringy cheese
At Mr Walker’s they don’t care

We’re double booked again
I guess you’re moving on
We do hope you enjoy the night
Out the door and to the right
The carpetbaggers have arrived
We’d like to let you in but:

You
Don’t
Sound
Like
We
Do


At Mr. Walker’s they suck up
To every little whore
Who pimping comes a calling
With an offering of a spanking
Like a perverted little twit
Who forgot how to diddle a twat
Like an inverted little imp
Who likes peeing in a cup
At Mr. Walker’s they suck up

At Mr. Walker’s they lay back
And wave in the breeze gone by
Like little donkey phoneys
Constipated by their macaroni
As nutritional as baloney
Guaranteed to leave you moaning
They say they’ll never stone you
Unless you
Stone
Them
Back
Thwack!
At Mr. Walker’s they lay back

At Mr. Walker’s they dance light
Waltz skimming across the floor
Spend mommy’s money SUV dip politely most lovingly into the cookie jar
At Mr. Walker’s they dance light

I put two slices of bread in the sun. One was smeared with shit.
The other with jam. Guess which one attracted the most flies?

WHEN YOU HIT THE END OF THE ALLEY GO UP MY BROTHERS GO UP!

At Mr. Walker’s they play fair
Might even perfume the air
With a scent so unique
You’d swear it was bottled in Lalique
But when you open up the cap
For just a little dab
You’d be wise to hold your breath
Or be chloroformed to death
At Mr. Walker’s they play fair

At Mr. Walker’s they act nice
Like little Georgie Porgies
And the royal family with their Corgies
They’ll sneak up behind at the orgy and give your balls a kick
At Mr. Walker’s they act nice

We’re double booked again
I guess you’re moving on
It rarely happens this way
Everyone’s got to get a chance to play
The carpetbaggers have arrived
We’d like to let you in but:

You
Don’t
Sound
Like
We
Do

I put two slices of bread in the sun. One was smeared with shit.
The other with jam. Guess which one attracted the most flies?

WHEN YOU HIT THE END OF THE ALLEY GO UP MY BROTHERS GO UP!

We’re double booked again
I guess you’re moving on
It rarely happens this way
Everyone’s got to get a chance to play
The carpetbaggers have arrived
We’d like to let you in but:

You
Don’t
Sound
Like
We
Do