Got a bridge I want to show you
Got a toaster for an Eskimo
And a fountain
That makes you young
Got 'em all in one of two hands
So which hand do you want?
Huh?
Which hand do you want?
Got a drinking problem
Got a pissing problem
Got a drug habit
And a big smile
And a mouth that can lie
Like it licks its own lips
Got kids in two states
Got wives in two more
Got a suitcase
And a practiced speech
And a comb
And a crush on ambition
Got two Bibles
And a bottle
And what's in it
I only half remember
Until it's up to my lips
Got a nice sturdy bridge
That I can touch
And say is mine
And say is mine
And say is mine
And say is mine
I got intelligence
And bad manners
And poor writing skills
But I can speak like God gave me the tongue
Out of his own mouth
And I got a barrel with a hole in it
That I can sell to you
As if the hole could produce more water
Than could go through it
And speaking of water
There's water that flows
Underneath that bridge I got
But that...
Well, that don't belong to me
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