Lletres: Mother Hips. Later Days. Payroll Peter.

Payroll Peter?s got a bottle of wine
He?s gonna drink it and have a good time
Let?s go get checked into his motel room
We?ll finish that bottle by mid-afternoon

Sweeney, oh Sweeney you lazy old man
You lay in the sun but you can?t get a tan
This is what happens when I get you alone
I?ll kick your fat ass to the central time zone

Cinnamon, Cinnamon leave me to myself
You know that I love you but I fear for my health
I heard that your boyfriend is bigger than me
He says he will kill me I have to agree