IS A SIX PACK

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The Only Difference In A Red Neck
And A Southern Belle Is A Six Pack


By Southern Comfort & La Belle Rouge


Sissy Comfort and I decided
since we are always invited
to spend a Saturday afternoon
down at the policeman’s picnic....
til dark midnight from sunny noon.

Oh Yes, all those strong, brave officers
risk life and limb for our protection
and the least we could do annually for them
is contribute to a mass erection.

We’re known as classy “Southern Belles”
when first we arrive on the scene
but give us a six pack Darlin
and we’ll soon be scandalous screams.

Comfort is such a terrible tease
packing that pair of forty eights.
Daring those cops to arrest her
for floppin em on their plates.

And after a couple of “Millers”
my “Buds” begin to bloom
and I offer a pinch of my “Heine”
to each civil servant in the room.

We enjoy a game of dress up
after stealing some badges and shirts.
Comfort and I are just good ole girls
we’re scandalous, shameless flirts.

We end up dancin on the picnic table
wearin only a cop hat and a smile.
and soon could capture every big gun
of every lawman within a mile !



I simply adore doin a cop,
It's like eatin chips,
once you have one, Ya can't stop!
I always carry chocolate puddin,
to supply flavor to my nibbens,
Them ole boys get so thankful,
you'd thank ir was Thanksgivin.

Sissy La Belle places goodies
all over our nude bodies,
we become a smorgasbord,
Then thos ole boys chow down,
afer we yell," ALL ABOARD!"
Our navels become goblets,
where they lap beer up,
they jest adode it.
It beats the Hell out of a paper cup!

All them sexy cops become
Dirty Harrys, makin our day,
Each and everyone of them is a mighty good lay!
Ifen they be bad they gets a whack on the ass with a night stick,
You will see them straighten up real quick.
Sissy and me give out soul kisses like treats,
They always gets seconds ifen they be sweet.

Then I gives them a body cavity search, fur the Hell of it,
With my hands probin and pokin, they beg me not to quit!
They knows we be Cherokees
and firewater makes us shed our clothes,
That's why our cup is never empty, Heaven knows!

We work real hard to raise each flagpole
big, tall and stout,
Then we place the white flag of surrender on them,
cause they be all tuckered out!
As we give each one a salute,
Sissy and me blow air kisses

and then scoot!

9/12/2007 Southern Comfort & La Belle Rouge

Music Bad Boys