Peanut rides his bike around
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The drive-in in the daytime
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Bagging trash and hanging up
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The speakers on their poles
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When he finds a bottle
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He imagines women drinking from it
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What it looked like how it sounded
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Trickling down their throats
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Peanut has a brother, lost his father
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Hardly sees his mother
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Once a month he visits
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At her trailer near the lake
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Sometimes when it’s not too humid
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Chances are you’ll catch him spearing
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Shiners in the spillway
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With a nail on a stick
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Peanut knows a guy
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His name is Mike he’s not too bright
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He says he’ll suck you for a cigarette
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Down underneath the bridge
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The very though disgusts him
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“I don‘t see how you could trust him,”
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He says, “If I get my pecker sucked
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It sure won’t be by him.”
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Peanut '93
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| Ass Ponys |
