Bubba
Bubba
There's a guy named Bubba,
who lives down town.
He got tatoos on his neck,
going all the way down.
28 piercings in places I won't name,
47 chains that all look the same.
He dresses in sweat pants,
and ripped old tee-shirts.
He never stops smoking,
and smells like shit and dirt.
Bubba's got a girlfriend,
whom he's never laid.
She wants to be a virgin,
on her wedding day.
She's only 16,
and her daddy's got cash.
And all Bubba's got,
is a nasty rash.
His hair hasn't been washed,
since he turned 18.
He says that's so,
he can style using the grease.
He once played guitar,
but got so riled up.
He smashed it apart,
and now has a scar from a cut.
There's a guy named Bubba,
in the radio station on 7th street.
He's the best DJ there,
because he's got personality.
But Bubba's in shambles,
because he's a slob.
He's dumb and he's stinky,
and he's a living blob.
But he's still the coolest guy around,
and you can see him in down town.
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