Lyrics Bug - Vic Chesnutt

Bug

Michelle loves Willie, our little Sarah
Daughters of the American Revolution
Stryper loves Jesus and I love a girl
Against my better judgment 'cause I feel like a squirrel
My roommates got married and I booted up
And a friend of ours told me that I was disgusting
Valhalla is pinned to the edge of South Carolina
We interstate traveled just to free a man from China
Hotel full of Pakistanis and a front porch
Filled with greasy, greasy grannies
When the bug hits, that’s the time to scratch it
When the bug hits, that’s the time to scratch it