Mmmmm! Yeah! Bulldoggin' a cigar
I love it, my own personal log,
a firey stick of doom, brought low.
This big, brown log, is my pal, and what the hell do I know.
I know this, my own big log that is now less than the size of my pinky finger,
has been a great friend to me, becoming me,
and I'm puffing away, and it sits like a slatey, ashy, brown vulture upon my lip,
dangling now like a tree about to fall,
it's thick smoke filling my crusty room, climbing and sticking to the wall.
Yeah, Bulldoggin' my cigar.
I love it, my own personal log,
a firey stick of doom, brought low.
This big, brown log, is my pal, and what the hell do I know.
I know this, my own big log that is now less than the size of my pinky finger,
has been a great friend to me, becoming me,
and I'm puffing away, and it sits like a slatey, ashy, brown vulture upon my lip,
dangling now like a tree about to fall,
it's thick smoke filling my crusty room, climbing and sticking to the wall.
Yeah, Bulldoggin' my cigar.
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