Hey Frisky Man
You're losing it as fast as you can
Your hands get frisky, too
(Too) much more than we can stand
You grab for thighs
You play with bows
Nobody knows which way you'll go

Frisky Man, dont you lay those hands too long
Frisky Man, dont you lay those hands too long

It took frisky to cause your fall
You ain't an avuncular pol at all
You try to use kids to blunt critique
Cant you see that your shit *s weak
You grab for thighs
You sniff for hair
Nobody knows how much you'll dare

Frisky Man, dont you touch that dame too long
Frisky Man, dont you touch that dame too long

(A-a-a-a-H! .. leave her be, Joey ...)

Hey dont you know
I used to sniff hair myself
I tried to hide the habit, Joey
Now they put me in a cell
I grabbed for thighs
I played with bows
But nobody ever called me "Uncle Joe"

Frisky Man, dont you lay those hands too long
Frisky Man, dont you lay those hands too long
Frisky Man, dont you lay those hands too long

Frisky Ma-a-a-a-n .. dont you pla-a-a-ay that game .. too long

That was some seriously moldy good aged rye bread, comrade...

Most equal

Groucho Marxist wrote:That was some seriously moldy good aged rye bread, comrade...

Most equal

Forelock tug from Jackalopelipsky. Comrades that was some Biden Campaign Bonfire last night. Looks like the fire is back in full meltdown again, today.