I Need Slack ------------ I ran over my dog with a tractor, My wife ran off with Bob, My cats won't chase any mice, And my kids sell drugs for the mob. I need Slack. Lots of Slack. Oh great Bob ( with my wife ) I need slack. My car ran into a phone pole, My face ran into a hand, I wander the streets like a lost soul, While women beat me with Pans. I need slack Lots of slack Oh great Bob ( with my wife ) I need slack The mormons acost me on TV Hari Chrisnas in every air port They foam at the mouth with the rabies When I hit them they take me to court I need slack Lots of slack Oh great Bob ( with my wife ) I need slack In the subgenius I find my Salvation, I empty my pockets in their purse I await my slack with salaviation For my like can't get any worse. I need slack Lots of slack Oh great Bob ( with my wife ) I need slack Oh yes I need slack Great Gobs of slack Oh great Bob TAKE my wife I need the slack Oh gimme slack Heaps and heaps of that slack Oh great Bob heres my money I need slack.... (c)1992 Thomas L. Arnold / Dumpster Nirvhana Music