Stuffed And Sick

Stuffed and sick to the stomach

With a gutful of the goods you grow

I cringed at the crack

After the fact, you said, just hit it

Bottoms up, there goes the businesss

Better blow it, better quit it

Dotted Is (crime?)

I tried to trade (this raping?) for (a trimming?)

Oh, oh, oh

Conratulations, your fellowship set sail

And though I know

I am not the one

You're gonna spend it on and on

Yes, I guess

I'm not the one you'll spend it on and on and on

Still, let's make a deal

Don't go back to Portugal

I'll refrain from Spain