Kid Poet

We’re the cowboys of the world.

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Kid Poet

I make the world rock
(call me Kid Poet)
Buy a ticket to my concert
Bad seeds inside my jock

I turn bad into good
(whatever into should)
It’s the way the new world is:
Misunderstood

Well, you may be upper class
(with a stick way up your)
Just listen to my music –
I’m an American bad ass.

Sweet Home…
Sweet home…
Representin’ you at home

Shout out…
Shout out…
To the world that we shut out.

Call me cow
Call me cow
Call me cow
Boy, baybay.

That’s how
The world
Sees us anyway.

We’re the cowboys
of the world.
We’re on the way.

But you can smell
A pig
A mile away.

The world can smell a pig a mile away.

Randy Mazie

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