Shot Shot

Well hey, how's tricks man Think I seen you before Blank blank do you You looked a lot older You been workin' out What's wrong with that Well he came back and Came marching in Shot, shot to the He found a good reason Do it for the money What's wrong with that Control your bad side in to peril We come down Hold the line You're so fine Dead wrong So please stop talking Start puckering up My ears are blank It's the special occasions You do it for the money Can't go wrong with that Explode or capsize Provide my poet If you're down Tow the line You're so fine Dead wrong