Il testo della Sockable face club

Face club, pal i went and fished with my fly i stepped to the urinal when i noticed a guy he was punishin' the bishop i'ze tryin' to get a stain off and zeroed in on my pride but i'm afraid i had to make the peeper die the subtle comedy amused me you're in my sockable face club you gotta punchable face, bub grab him, nab him you gotta a sockable face everything you do makes me feel like you need to get a blackened eye then there was heard a symphony of punchin' it shattered his glass jaw woke up in blood and beer and munchin' on some red tongue slaw he kind of laid there burblin' and there arose a stench then something caramelized on his pants like a million baby diapers you gotta punchable face, bub you're in my sockable face club you are a sockable guy who how can i say what i want to get through to you pal, punch you in the eggs and make 'em runny your mama's face in my locket i learned from larry, mo, and curly get up and gallop and go your friends are diggin' the ho' not to take no guff who likes to play rough i'm a semper fi, the kind of guy but sneaky peeky got me surly drama, drama, drama, drama -- your face hey, there guys step aside, the cleanin' guy is here clean up blood and beer to lay that mop and bucket down he needs a cigarette 'cause he hates work and he has to put up with a lot of jerks you're in my sockable face club you gotta punchable face, bub you're a disgrace to the human race you got a stupid look on your face