Mohair Locker Room Pin-Up Boys

Big C big H mash Mary name it What a ride what a ride
You got me dizzy with that bullwhip
We clutched each other the walls closed in Don’t bust my chops like Gungadin
We’re coming home now diggety dig
The old zippo bang is what it is We got flip-flop rubber, gung-ho toys
The mohair lockeroom pinup boys
Five years old, he loves the screen
Kissing with tongues and margerine
Fast and loose in just one thing
Fast and loose in everything
They sit around and laugh all day
Make paree and draw their pay
Pool’s not in but the patio’s dry
A shameful waste, we don’t know why
I can lift weights what the hell
My little girl just thinks I’m swell
No back-slapping daddy-o
Ran the caddy up to 9−0