Bianca Casady - Oscar Hocks lyrics

Silly walkers, club hoppers Shoes, God damn it! Widows wait, bearing down Boring holes with the heels of her shoes Sinking beneath floor boards Mopped in shine, sure But don't try to flatter The one that doesn't matter Daughter of the master disaster, Mary Mayberry Make a break, the beds are beds Bunker horse, trunk of hearse Bearing stowaways Whose laughter nearly gave them away Cousin Vicky got a hickey Boys and boys, that's his game Nameless beach side crowd Surfing all the waves with Cola Blankets and shade Hot spade twelve o'clock Hairy legs and big socks Bursting, growing curly locks They call me uncle Oscar Hocks