Chapter 65 ~ A Message From The Judge... Yadda Yadda Dont Talk Smack

A A A     A Message From the Judge Chapter 65 Yadda Yadda Don't Talk Smack Lyric Re-Write Take out the Buzzard with the trash And your gonna get that Bounty cash If he don't scrub that plan of his Ole Sparky's gonna make him siz Yadda Yadda (don't talk smack) Just finish cleanin' up your crap We all know you are such a sap We'll take your carcass out of sight And you wont take another flight     Yadda Yadda (don't talk smack) We just put on your ball and chains We all know you aint got brains Now You aint crap'n Angels truck Ride on Ducks grill like a buck Yadda Yadda (don't talk smack) Don't you give Mouth no dirty looks Your feathers plucked; she sure can cook Just tell your hoodlum friends outside Mouth is gonna tan some hide Yadda Yadda (don't talk smack) Yadda Yadda , Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda , Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda , Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda , Yadda Yadda         Well it appears the Buzzard Been talking smack about Dear Mouth Any dummy knows that just aint done down here in the South She got her Name fair and square when the Mouth yells Well it'll raise your hair The Ole Buzzard seems to enjoy pushing buttons at a whim But the wrong one he pushed when he stole her candy and pen Now he has sent some of his foul feathered ingrates to crap on Mouth and our lovely state but will be road kill or fellow inmates Where is the Buzzard you ask ???? The Buzzards whereabouts is only known to three for security sake known to Angel, Mouth and Me The poor dumb birds thought Angel came on vacation but she came to escort the Buz to a secret top security prison His break out will never happen these women play for keeps When the Mouth puts out a 911 they all gather as a force of one How will he get there you ask ??? Angel says Hey !!! He aint crap'n in my truck Ya got my back door What Ya say Rubber Duck Duck says hell no Angel your my favorite trucker girl he aint crap'n in my truck lets put him on the grill Now Buzzard don't go smile'n for those love bugs will get ya it'll take bleach to clean your teeth and then we will hear again wa wa Now blindfolded he has not a clue where he is going What is a Buzzard to do I try to be serious and not let out a chuckle but the time has come for The Buzzard to cry Uncle Original By The Mouth aka Donna DeLong Matthews

Reviews

[Aspiring Angel]

Color TV Ray? I think NOT! Beer and Burgers? Don't think so!

Donna, our friend makes light of your intentions. He best beware. He is already going down the highway
chained to an eighteen wheeler with a duck driving! He thinks he is going to a resort? I noticed that the jail cell still has plenty room for his friends that TRY to help him out. He paid no head to not talking smack I see even in his comment. Get him Mouth!!!!!!

As always an all around package of a talented art in making your own graphics, lyrics and story line just keeps getting better and better! Will be waiting to see where he actually ends up. My lips are sealed. LOL


Hugs,
Lesa

[Ray Hamilton]

Now how is the book of the month club going to find me now
Not to worry, those bill collectors always find me LOL
I hope they bring some burgers and beer
Maybe a pie or two would be nice
I hope this place has color TV
Great write, I guess I better send up some smoke signals, Now how do you spell SOS
Have a great goose poop free day
The Buzzard