Frank Gloss - Bamboo Brisket lyrics

[welcome all to the plateau district Frank hunter serve up the bamboo brisket Fiestas, tash poli swing to celestas Now to request another round yell stella Brew, stumping with the gwashboy crew The first wash goo very hot thank you Shoo — gwash got wonga for the squander Conga line shoving but praise get stronger Chief Goonda on the plateau flow Jos with the pro Gwash Praise sloshing o No l's permitted, the roll guy acquitted Do no hear no see no limit To the pastors potential, local transnational Echos round the globe get the whole world rational Not to notice eyes blocked out by dazzles A new pair of socks hardly helps crack the shackles (interlude skit) Well, it looks like things are going to get pretty bitter! Ha-chachachacha Get it low in the pedalo you never know I'm crossing the atlantic just to hear Gwash tremolo So, praise to the metal to the sevens with the devil Back before long above sea level Lay bevel, show no odium Frank keeping cq chugging on imodium Praise sold me some and now we're burning o-slum This oxygen's pumping like an old harmonium Now hit the podium get slacker Gwash heating trays, time to scrape shatter Thumbs rolling gum gold spheres getting flatter Buried with the moles getting whacked down the rabbit holes Full satin gold habits, praise the main abbot Rays round fingers led from the madness Head to the mattress this bed til the ashes Gwash put the world to the lord bury hatchets]