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Bulldog By Richard ‘Bingo’ Cosby D.C. Eagles M.C. Wisconsin Confederation Of Clubs
Bulldog was his name – And his - ‘claim to fame’ - Was he ‘Thought’ that he was Bad. Well, in Kimmer’s bar one night - He must have been looking for a fight - And he made one little lady Mad! “A shot’n a beer!” And his voice struck fear - In the heart of the little bar-maid. He pulled out a ten and said: “Do it again! And be quick - or you won’t get paid!” Now Bulldog was rough - and ‘thought’ he was tough - His beard hung down to his chest - And painted in red - was a bulldog’s head - On the back of his leather vest. His pants were all worn, they were ragged and torn - His boots were just a disgrace! No shirt, just the vest - and there on his chest - Was tattooed a bulldog’s face. He lit a cigar, then he looked ‘round the bar - And he spotted sweet ‘Lady Blue’. He walked over and said: “If you give me some head - I’ll buy you a drink or two.” Before it got worse - she reached in her purse --- Pulling a ‘stun-gun’ - as we watch --- She ‘iced his lust’ - with a well aimed thrust - Between his legs to his Crotch! The flicker of blue sent the voltage through - His dick - to his head - to his toes! She Zapped him again - he fell down - and then - She Zapped him again - on his nose! He woke up out back - as limp as a sack! He tried getting up - but he falls -- He had lost his pride, so he sat there and cried: - “Oh Lord! My poor aching balls!” Now the morale - you see - is you’d just better be - A biker with some kind of ‘Class’ - Or you might run into someone tougher than You! And you just might get knocked on your Ass!
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