Lyrics Slim - Naked Raygun

Slim

We go a-ridin' into town, a-whompin' and a-whumpin' every livin' thing that
moves within an inch of its life.
What in the hell was that?
How many times have I told you guys that I don’t want no horsing around on the
airplane?
Oh, shit.
Quicksand!
Hot dang, now we are in trouble
Welp boys, break’s over.
Don’t just laying there gettin' a sun tan.
Ain’t gonna do you no good no-how.
What in the Wide World of Sports is a-going on here?
I hired you people to get a little track laid, not to jump around like a bunch
of Kansas City faggots!
LePetomaine Thruway?
Now what’ll that asshole think of next?
Somebody’s gotta go back and get a shit-load of dimes!
Well, boys, I reckon this is it — nuclear combat toe to toe with the Roosskies.
Primary target, the ICBM complex at Laputa.
Target reference Yankee Golf Tango
Holy Mother of Pearl
Goll darn it, you use your tongue prettier than a tweenty dollar whore
I am depressed.
Dang, that was lucky.
Doggone near lost a four hundred dollar handcar.
Now what the hell do you think you’re doin' with that tin star boy?
Well I’ve been to one world fair, a picnic, and a rodeo, and that’s the
stupidest thing I ever heard come over a set of earphones.
Shoot, a fella' could have a pretty good weekend in Vegas with all that stuff.
Piss on you!
I’m working for Naked Raygun