Topper has his hand out. Lonnie Jarman feels the squeeze
Push back on the payoff and he’ll wind up in deep freeze.
Jarman sweating bullets as this shakedown is so wrong
Give a piece of his own piece or sing death’s morbid song.
Just then a pest, unwanted guest, floats in to make the scene
His gun is out. Can’t scream or shout. This hornet colored green.
Three’s a crowd. Death be not proud. Here’s Tracy with his gun
Everybody’s packing. Gather ‘round for deadly fun.
Cannot stay. Must be on his way. This party’s been a gas
Black Beauty for the get-a-way. Red Wasp such a fine lass.
July 27, 2017
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October 25, 2017
Topper has his hand out. Lonnie Jarman feels the squeeze
Push back on the payoff and he’ll wind up in deep freeze.
Jarman sweating bullets as this shakedown is so wrong
Give a piece of his own piece or sing death’s morbid song.
Just then a pest, unwanted guest, floats in to make the scene
His gun is out. Can’t scream or shout. This hornet colored green.
Three’s a crowd. Death be not proud. Here’s Tracy with his gun
Everybody’s packing. Gather ‘round for deadly fun.
Cannot stay. Must be on his way. This party’s been a gas
Black Beauty for the get-a-way. Red Wasp such a fine lass.