It's by Brad Neely
Washington
Washington
6 foot 8 weighs a fucking ton
Opponents beware
Opponents beware
He's coming
He's coming
He's coming
Let me lay it on line
He had two on the vine
I mean two sets of testicles so divine
On a horse made of crystal
He patrolled the land
With the mason ring and schnauzer
In his perfect hands
Here comes George in control
Women dug his snuff
And his gallant stroll
Ate opponents brains
And invented cocaine
He's coming
He's coming
He's coming
Washington
Washington
Six foot twenty fucking killing for fun
Spread, spread Delaware
He's coming
He's coming
He's coming
Sue me if I go to fast
But the sons of his opponents
Wish that he was their dad
Got a wig for his wig
Got a brain for his heart
He'll kick you apart
He'll kick you apart
He'll save children but not the British children
He'll save children but not the British children
He'll save children but not the British children
He'll save children but not the British children
(Duh duh duh duh.....)
He had a pocket full of horses
Fucked the shit out of bears
He through a knife into heaven
And could kill with a stare
He made love like an eagle
Falling out of the sky
Killed his sensei in a duel
And he never said why
Washington
Washington
Twelve stories high
Made of radiation
The present beware
The future beware
He's coming
He's coming
He's coming
Did I mention his four nuts
Well he also had four dicks
If you took of his boot
You'd see the dicks growing of his feet
I heard... that... motherfucker,
Had like thirty goddamn dicks
He once held an opponent's wife's hand
In a jar of acid... at a party
