I do my best to hide the rust,
I want to be a stallion once again!
Hard, ready to let ‘er rip!
No conversation needed,
Elvis, all action.
In the messy sweat stained yellow armpit afternoon,
I throw back a beer,
cheap ol’ “dad’s” beer,
No fuckin’ imported shit.
well, I cant read the lable anyway.
I mean, what the hell does an Å sound like?