That Sounds Like a Pony

Seven upstairs brothels with placards on the mantels

And ten fish flavored samples with candles in the back

He was a well dressed suitor, he had bad breath and cander

I think they would have liked him but he got killed by his manager

Fuzzy and cuddly, he's Fozzo the rabbit

He drinks from the nozzle and stinks like a ferret

They bought him a temple with children to play with

Now he sells his skunk blood and talks like a plaintiff

Hello to my red uncles, you are my favorite commies

I'll meet you at Sao Anthony's and then go to palates

Warship, the swordsmen, the multitasking Mormons

That breath up in the shit house when you wrap them in contortions

God is immodest, had twenty seven hottest

With forty nine heads in your beds and yet I'm still your fondest

Take me through the mandibles of PCP and Vanderbilt's

Where PG rated cannibals will share their thoughts on animals

And peanut butter sandwiches will flood the hole that banishes

With sights on race that vanishes but that sounds like a pony