Between chickens and pigs, drinking and shearing sheeps with three-day beard were born baggy
dungarees, straw hat and plaid shirts, gives us appearance of being rude boys. Now we´ll live
carefree just won the lottery we are going to stop working all day. We´ll miss the races with our pigs
now live at full speed,we hired some girls who cleaned our farm. Turned our beloved farm into a strip
club,we liked but felt dirty. Sexy moms who are tired but looking for credit cards. We were the kings
of fun , the kings of our farm. Our asses were so tipsy. We were the kings of fun , the kings of our
farm always ready to party like wild beasts . We were the kings of fun , the kings of our farm and we
almost died for our sins. Reading Penthouse the first week lying on dung we agreed. that would be
banned pat on the ass for our employees. But one of us who loved drink he grabbed a girl’s ass and
screamed . When he saw a fireman dressed as a girl. Our animals seek new lives, acorns of highest
quality, not a mother with big boobs and no brain. We were like puppy dogs behind your heels in a
contest to win you over. It could have been great to meet you girls, but you´ve fucked us too much
go away and give us our money we prefer our past lives. We were the kings of fun , the kings of our
farm. Our asses were so tipsy. We were the kings of fun , the kings of our farm always ready to party
like wild beasts. We were the kings of fun, the kings of our farm and we almost died for our sins.