Buzzard Bar B Q
The jail birds friends
On us he sure can depend
Raising those all mighty bucks
I hope that buzzard, believes in luck
Bars of gold, are few and far between
Tight pockets, like you have never seen
The tin cups, rattle all over this town
People pass by, with just a frown
Might be a Bar B Q
Donations, we got just a few
That buzzards goose, may be cooked
My reservations, yes are already booked
Hope buzz doesn't think, we don't care
Hell, it's that or the electeric chair
Buzz BBQ can feed this whole town
Yes that buzz, he's big and round
Sorry but I think that might be for me
" Yes this is Mr. Robbie, I sure can be there at three"
It was La Belle, confirming my reservations
See ya at the Bar B Q
Mr. Bar B. Q. Robbie
{ Good friend of the Buzzard }
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to join in on the duel... I sure would
have hated to win by default. Lets see
your retarted Opps a typo its retired
and I work all day and you have to scramble
with half ass graphics that you find... I
make all my own.... Hmmm whats with that crap.
No excuses... Let get up to speed here...
LMAO
Sugar Im just loving this
but just quit the innocent act
of doing noting wrong. Your a
thief in the night and now you
choose to send your featherd foul
to my beautiful state to feed the
hungry rednecks with lots and lots
of road kill. Thanks...
Hugs
The Mouth
Be always safe,
Karen
EDvard, roadkill BBQ hungry Ole Brother