Rug Burns - Gold's Gym Guy Lyrics
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Gold's Gym Guy
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What Are The Lyrics For Gold's Gym Guy By Rug Burns?
Why you going out with that gold's gym guy?
I saw you kissing him on the fourth of July Baby, can't you see I got tears in my eyes? Why you going out with that gold's gym guy? Baby's got a thing for muscle bound jocks I collapse a lung just taking off my socks I'm holed up in the closet and I'm pettin' my fox She treats me like I got a bad case of small pox, but Why you going out with that gold's gym guy? I saw you kissing him on the fourth of July Baby, can't you see I got tears in my eyes? Why you going out with that gold's gym guy? He's got a big truck, and it's bigger than my dump It's bigger than the bank account of donald trump It's bigger than the feeling that I've got in my rump He's got as many brains as a gasoline pump, but Why you going out with that gold's gym guy? I saw you kissing him on the fourth of July Baby, can't you see I got tears in my eyes? Why you going out with that gold's gym guy? He shaves his legs and so I asked him if he was bi He grabbed me 'round the throat and said, prepare to die Everybody says that I'm a nicer guy But he's like malathion, I'm a simple med fly, yeah Why you going out with that gold's gym guy? I saw you kissing him on the fourth of July Baby, can't you see I got tears in my eyes? Why you going out with that gold's gym guy? |
Who Wrote Gold's Gym Guy By Rug Burns?
Steve Poltz
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