My rough side.
Bud the Stud looks like crud and hangs out in the john
He’s always ill from homemade swill, but still he mushes on
He cannot spell or write to well, so Santa took him in
He pulls the sleigh on Christmas day, while drinking rum and gin
I’m Merry Moo I smoke and chew, my milk will make you drunk
I have some broken teeth and I smell just like a skunk
My brain is fried from grass I’ve tried, so I feel really great
But these old tricks aren’t working, I just can’t get a date
There it is, my naughty side.