OLDIE BUT GOODIE

Where is your strut, boys?

How do you think you all are ever gonna begin to even hope to become anything more than a shoe-shine shadow

in a downtown backroom ballroom hall hustling lazy ass broken back song and dance?

One-eyed hooker with a gimpy leg grinning along on a ****** crutch, huh?

Do you still remember how to handle a woman?

You can't sing a lick.

Show me what you got for a dick, boys.

But be quick about it.

I only got an hour in this dump.

And you better make sure I work up a real shiny sweat.

Got it?

All together now.

Let's go.

And five, six, seven, eight.

Oh, we appreciate you.

All right.

Yeah.

Sorry, guys.

Oh, baby, baby.

♪ Do what I do ♪

Should make you quit singing.

That's right.

Fuck it, yes, fuck it.

Come on, fuck it.

Boys, fuck it.

Fuck it!

Don't think that one of you is going to fuck me in the ass.

You all are.

Yes.

Yes, fuck it!

Fuck it!

Fuck it!

Fuck it!

You want some more?

I'll get you a cup of rum.

Oh, yes!

Fuck it.

Oh, shit.

My goodness, now that was very fulfilling.

I'd like to thank you all so very much.

This also does wonders for my posture,

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