July - Sharon Shannon, Mundy

July please

I’m on my knees

The smell of you fresh cut grass

Your blue sky grins

For all its sins

Look another gorgeous levi ass

July people come and go

It looks like another perfect day

Just to see your

Striptease show

July please try your best to stay

And a mongrel begins to bark

At a wino in the park

And his owner doesn’t care

'cause he really isn’t there…

Oh!

ma ma ma, oh!

ma ma ma, oh!

ma ma ma

My july

July, fizz bombs in my mouth

Babarama everywhere

I can’t lie on my pocket trout

So I sit back in the easy chair

And a woman of middle age

Licks and thumbs another page

Then she brushes off the dirt

From her greayhound

Oh!

ma ma ma, oh!

ma ma ma, oh!

ma ma ma

My july

July, fizz bombs in my mouth

Babarama everywhere

I can’t lie on my pocket trout

So I sit back in the easy chair

And a woman of middle age

Licks and thumbs another page

Then she brushes off the dirt

From her greayhound

And a baby sucks its thumb

To the sound of a steal drum

And fountain water gush

Through the thick bull rush (everybody)