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(Text accidentally copied over from previous comedy blog erased July 15, 2018.) (To the melody of The King Is Still in London.) They thrrrew the bitch in prison, in prrison, in prrrison They tossed her in a cold hard cell To let her suffer for a spell They thrrrew the bitch in prison, in prrison, in prrrison Her alibi she failed to sell Her list of lies too long to tell Soon as she started picking on artists She knew her favorite game Filling the public ear with her rubbish Only herself to blame They thrrrew the bitch in prison, in prrison, in prrrison The sun reflects upon the bell To show the children all is well She thought they'd let her pass out a letter Saying I was a skunk But when they read it, they didn't get it That's when her ship was sunk! They thrrrew the bitch in prison, in prrison, in prrrison Her victim's free for you to smell And hopes she goes from there... to... Hell! |
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| © 2017. Scripts by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
They Thrrrew the Bitch in Prison
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