Drunk Carrot Top (or let's share random pictures we like 1)

Loved up, Doved up, hung around, stoned in a lonely town

Shaking their meat to the beat,

High on diesel and gasoline, psycho for drum machine


Shaking their bits to the hits,


Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones.


You don't think about it, You don't do without it,


Because you're beautiful,


And if your baby's going crazy


That's how you made me,


Oh here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones...