That Sounds Like a Pony (Green Adam)

Seven upstairs brothels with placards on the mantels And ten fish flavored samples with candles in the back He was a well dressed suitor, he had bad breath and cander I think they would have liked him but he got killed by his manager Fuzzy and cuddly, he's Fozzo the rabbit He drinks from the nozzle and stinks like a ferret They bought him a temple with children to play with Now he sells his skunk blood and talks like a plaintiff Hello to my red uncles, you are my favorite commies I'll meet you at Sao Anthony's and then go to palates Warship, the swordsmen, the multitasking Mormons That breath up in the shit house when you wrap them in contortions God is immodest, had twenty seven hottest With forty nine heads in your beds and yet I'm still your fondest Take me through the mandibles of PCP and Vanderbilt's Where PG rated cannibals will share their thoughts on animals And peanut butter sandwiches will flood the hole that banishes With sights on race that vanishes but that sounds like a pony