Junk

Hey there y'all, we're a little ol' rock 'n' roll band in rock 'n' roll land

Yeah!

I ain't blue yet, hell I ain't even sick
But this big ol' bark sure sounds worse than its stink
Thick like dipsticks and white as a sheet
But for a pile of trash, I sure smell sweet

Can in a bag, just $2.35
Nobody looks you straight in the eye
Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie
Drop like butter, just let me fry
Yeah!

I've been digging holes like I'm in need of work
I can't sit for a minute, just dry my shirt
This city's been sucking on me like a cheap cigarette
It's drunk my drinks and cashed my bets

Can in a bag, just $2.35
Nobody looks you straight in the eye
Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie
Drop like butter, just let me fry
Goddamn!

Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie
Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie

Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk
Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk
Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk
Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk
Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk
Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk
Yeah!

Pleasure we're playing for you all
For what we play is dance to ease yourself
You wanna join the band to dance with us?
More than fucking welcome