Smoking Barrels

Smoking Barrels

A Poem by EpiphanyPrince (Adam)
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It’s another Friday night

And if I do it right

By the early morning

I’m going to have a love bite.


Slide in my truck 

Pick up my chick

Get a kiss on the cheek

Lucky me it’s the end of the week.


(Chorus)

I’m a knick knack

Paddy whack

Son of a gun

With two smoking barrels

I'm having a whole lot of fun.


She wants to go downtown

I want to hit a dirt road

She puts her hand on my leg

And her chin on my shoulder

She presses the gas

And burns the rubber.


She always gets what she wants

She knows how to win

I’ll give her everything

Cause she said yes to the ring.


(Chorus)

I’m a knick knack

Paddy whack

Son of a gun

With two smoking barrels

I'm having a whole lot of fun.


The night is getting early

She’s looking at me dirty

Biting on her lip

And shaking her hip.


So I just lean back

Try to look cool

She’s walking to me now

And she’s got me

Acting a fool.


(Chorus)

I’m a knick knack

Paddy whack

Son of a gun

With two smoking barrels

I'm having a whole lot of fun.


(Bridge)

I still remember

The days when we first met

I hope she’s thinking of me now

The way she thought of me then

When I was a cute boy

With a fancy pen


(Chorus)

I’m a knick knack

Paddy whack

Son of a gun

With two smoking barrels

I'm having a whole lot of fun.


Now I’m a son of a gun

With two smoking barrels

And a whole lot of fun.


A knick knack

Paddy whack

Son of a gun

With two smoking barrels

A whole lot of fun.



January 3rd 2021

By: Adam John Hopkins

© 2021 EpiphanyPrince (Adam)


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EpiphanyPrince (Adam)
EpiphanyPrince (Adam)

Toronto, Canada



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