| Song | That Sounds Like A Pony |
| Artist | Adam Green |
| Album | Sixes & Sevens |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Green | |
| That sounds like a pony | |
| Sevens upstairs brothels | |
| with plackers on the mantels | |
| And ten fish play with samples | |
| with candles in the back | |
| he was a well dresses suitor | |
| he had bad breath and candor | |
| I thing they would have liked him | |
| but he got killed by his manager | |
| Fuzzy and cuddly he's fonzo the rabbit | |
| he drink form the nozzle and stinks like a ferret | |
| The bought him a temple with children to play with | |
| now he sells his skunk blood and talks like a plaintiff | |
| Hello to my red uncles you are my favorite commies | |
| I'll meet you Sal Anthony's and then go to Pilates | |
| worship the swordsmen the multitasking Mormons | |
| They breath up in the shithouse when you wrap them in contortions | |
| goddess immodest top twenty-seven hottest | |
| with forty-nine heads in your bed and yet I'm still your fondest | |
| Take me through the mandible with pcp's and van der Bilts | |
| where pg rated cannibals will share their thoughts on animals | |
| And peanut butter sandwiches will plug the hole that banishes | |
| with sights on race that vanishes | |
| But that sounds like a pony. |
| zuo qu : Green | |
| That sounds like a pony | |
| Sevens upstairs brothels | |
| with plackers on the mantels | |
| And ten fish play with samples | |
| with candles in the back | |
| he was a well dresses suitor | |
| he had bad breath and candor | |
| I thing they would have liked him | |
| but he got killed by his manager | |
| Fuzzy and cuddly he' s fonzo the rabbit | |
| he drink form the nozzle and stinks like a ferret | |
| The bought him a temple with children to play with | |
| now he sells his skunk blood and talks like a plaintiff | |
| Hello to my red uncles you are my favorite commies | |
| I' ll meet you Sal Anthony' s and then go to Pilates | |
| worship the swordsmen the multitasking Mormons | |
| They breath up in the shithouse when you wrap them in contortions | |
| goddess immodest top twentyseven hottest | |
| with fortynine heads in your bed and yet I' m still your fondest | |
| Take me through the mandible with pcp' s and van der Bilts | |
| where pg rated cannibals will share their thoughts on animals | |
| And peanut butter sandwiches will plug the hole that banishes | |
| with sights on race that vanishes | |
| But that sounds like a pony. |
| zuò qǔ : Green | |
| That sounds like a pony | |
| Sevens upstairs brothels | |
| with plackers on the mantels | |
| And ten fish play with samples | |
| with candles in the back | |
| he was a well dresses suitor | |
| he had bad breath and candor | |
| I thing they would have liked him | |
| but he got killed by his manager | |
| Fuzzy and cuddly he' s fonzo the rabbit | |
| he drink form the nozzle and stinks like a ferret | |
| The bought him a temple with children to play with | |
| now he sells his skunk blood and talks like a plaintiff | |
| Hello to my red uncles you are my favorite commies | |
| I' ll meet you Sal Anthony' s and then go to Pilates | |
| worship the swordsmen the multitasking Mormons | |
| They breath up in the shithouse when you wrap them in contortions | |
| goddess immodest top twentyseven hottest | |
| with fortynine heads in your bed and yet I' m still your fondest | |
| Take me through the mandible with pcp' s and van der Bilts | |
| where pg rated cannibals will share their thoughts on animals | |
| And peanut butter sandwiches will plug the hole that banishes | |
| with sights on race that vanishes | |
| But that sounds like a pony. |