Walking down the freeway, playin' with himself
Lookin' like Charlie Manson
Head down, jeans slung low
My ain't that boy handsome
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Smellin' like bacon, sellin' scrap aluminum
Timmy
Pushin' a shopping cart, wanderin' like a bum
Timmy
Sittin' on the front porch, dressed in drag
Drinkin' an Old Milwaukee beer
Unwashed, green-toothed, slobberin' like a dog
Been a long time since he's seen a mirror
Lyin' on his back in a puddle of brake fluid
Lickin' his lips with glee
Gonna make five dollars, gonna buy him some chiva
To forget about his chiggers and fleas
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And Timmy
Has never washed his hair
And Timmy
Just don't seem to care...
About hygiene
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**Note: Although the exact date is questionable, I am certain that it came from this general time period. I was stumped by the fact that it was originally printed out on an industrial sized piece of green and white computer paper with a dot matrix tractor-feed printer, the kind I would associate with an 80s college computer lab. However, I remembered that during this time, I was working in the office at a manufacturing plant in South Gate, and they used similar printers for various inventory and financial reports. This was me making my best use of company time and resources.**
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