Red neck Song about peace
Robin Rutherford
Michael Jost
Sean Reynolds
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Too much pot, too little time
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[Bar chords in the key of A]
Joe likes dynamite
He's high-strung, uptight,
Never-scared, racing into midnight
He drives a muscle car, bored out,
Recompressed, powered just right
He's blue-collar quick, sparks his
Camels with a Bic like a crack-pipe
Cuz Joe digs dynamite.
Joe's not one to sleep
He drinks Mountain Dew voodoos
Like a banshee all week
Playing Ouija board with his pet parrot
Justly named Tweak
It's an LSD dream with a talk-show theme
That's turned bleak
Cuz Joe can't speak.
Joe's with the NRA
He swears up and down like a sailor on leave
That his whole damn family's gay
He's got a fuse for the task with a half-empty flask,
And he's going to make 'em pay,
With the dynamite
That should make things right
Cuz Joe digs dynamite.
So Joe consults the Pope
When he can't cope
With the trials of the day
And he's used up all his dope
The thirty-odd-six
In his closet likes to say
Joe, don't lose hope man
Joe, use dynamite.
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