Junk

Hey there y'all, we're a little ol' rock 'n' roll band in rock 'n' roll land
 Yeah!
 I ain't blue yet, hell I ain't even sick
 But this big ol' bark sure sounds worse than its stink
 Thick like dipsticks and white as a sheet
 But for a pile of trash, I sure smell sweet
 Can in a bag, just $2.35
 Nobody looks you straight in the eye
 Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie
 Drop like butter, just let me fry
 Yeah!
 I've been digging holes like I'm in need of work
 I can't sit for a minute, just dry my shirt
 This city's been sucking on me like a cheap cigarette
 It's drunk my drinks and cashed my bets
 Can in a bag, just $2.35
 Nobody looks you straight in the eye
 Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie
 Drop like butter, just let me fry
 Goddamn!
 Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie
 Drop like butter to the floor just let me lie
 Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk
 Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk
 Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk
 Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk
 Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk
 Junk, junk, junk, junk, junk
 Yeah!
 Pleasure we're playing for you all
 For what we play is dance to ease yourself
 You wanna join the band to dance with us?
 More than fucking welcome