Lyrics

My great thanks to KJ for executing this idiocy and Jason for helping refine it.


My goat milk brings all the littles to the show
And they're like
Don’t want the TV, Tone
Do I, want the golf balls? No
You can keep the
Gift card from The Palm
My goat milk brings all the littles to the show
And they're like
Don’t want the fish platter, Tone
Do I want that alarm clock? No
You can keep the
Dwight Howard shirt

I know you want it
When they squeeze goat mammary glands
And pour it into cans
You lose your mind
Take some digestive enzymes
It's feeding time
Blah blah blah blah blah
Open it up
Blah blah blah blah blah
The goat's no longer
Blah blah blah blah blah
On the Starbucks cup
Blah blah blah blah blah
Or was that reindeer?

My goat milk brings all the littles to the show
And they're like
Cajun seasoning? No
Don’t want a golden ticket, Tone
won’t wear a wire to narc on Jesus
My goat milk brings all the littles to the show
And they’re like
Want Busy Bee? No
I don’t want Chinese meat, Tone
Not a Strip to eat
Or a Sirloin suppository