Little Boy JR

I've got a brand new hand if you wanna perform
A 30 year old army turning fire into storm
I've got a vicious little soldier, I know he's alright
He's gonna catch some women tonight, that's alright
He's gonna catch some women tonight

He's spinning round 'n' round 'n' round until he's had enough
Going town to town to town just to prove that he's tough
Don't let him down under your skin, that's what they say
He's gonna catch some ladies today, what they say
He's gonna catch some ladies today

And when the firstborn baby starts to scream out: -Bollocks!
Smash him out at midnight, you ain't raised ortodox
Take some money, spread 'em out as wide as you can
You've got more room in your pocket then a russian, ru la la la

Little boy Jr barks a pitbull to tears,
without even knowing, it's his most primal fear
That's your spirit Jr, maybe your light
You're gonna catch some women tonight, that's alright
You're gonna catch some women tonight

And when the firstborn baby ?

It's time for closing in those bars, you've got that rush, that's cool
Do you know, your reputation is a future O'Dole
That rope is getting closer, know that it's tight
There won't be any women tonight, not tonight
There won't be any women tonight, not tonight
There won't be any women tonight

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