Creation Smiles
๐ต 1076 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:27 duration
๐ ID: 9276175
๐ Lyrics
I lost the toss, now you're the boss,
Meaner than a Fresno bulldog.
A grizzly bear fights with a mule.
Who knows who'll come out the winner?
Quitting time comes once a year,
Especially when you do good around here.
Kiss the clock and punch the ground,
Creation smiles from ear to ear.
I heard about the bust, it was a kick to the nuts.
You weren't doing nothing but trying to make
few bucks.
If that's all you had you better go get some more.
Was your ear to the ground or was your face on
the floor?
Supper time comes once a year,
Especially when you screw up around here.
Lick the knife and poke the pie,
Creation smiles from ear to ear.
He's the king of the camp, he's the bare-hand
champ.
He dips his fist in the whoop-ass and gives your
Forehead a stamp.
Walk the wing, kiss the ring.
If you gotta go you better hold your thing.
The footlights shine and your eyeballs sting.
You better learn how to dance
If you break a string.
Closing time comes once a year,
Especially when it thins out around here.
Crickets crying in their beers,
Creation smiles from ear to ear.
Meaner than a Fresno bulldog.
A grizzly bear fights with a mule.
Who knows who'll come out the winner?
Quitting time comes once a year,
Especially when you do good around here.
Kiss the clock and punch the ground,
Creation smiles from ear to ear.
I heard about the bust, it was a kick to the nuts.
You weren't doing nothing but trying to make
few bucks.
If that's all you had you better go get some more.
Was your ear to the ground or was your face on
the floor?
Supper time comes once a year,
Especially when you screw up around here.
Lick the knife and poke the pie,
Creation smiles from ear to ear.
He's the king of the camp, he's the bare-hand
champ.
He dips his fist in the whoop-ass and gives your
Forehead a stamp.
Walk the wing, kiss the ring.
If you gotta go you better hold your thing.
The footlights shine and your eyeballs sting.
You better learn how to dance
If you break a string.
Closing time comes once a year,
Especially when it thins out around here.
Crickets crying in their beers,
Creation smiles from ear to ear.