Rug Burns - Pitbull Lyrics

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Pitbull

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What Are The Lyrics For Pitbull By Rug Burns?
Well, honey, do you think that we could start all over?
You could go back to school We could rent a house out in arizona I hear they all have swimming pools I've been working on a hybrid fertilizer I hear it makes the lettuce big I could get some cash down at harry's pawn shop And you could get a singing gig And we could buy a pitbull And name him after harry And we could be famous Then we'll get married Married Well, baby doll, believe me when I say I'm sorry I didn't mean to take your share But it seems that this is cut with so much baking soda That it's making me pull out my hair I've been working on a toaster that can fry a lambchop If I could get the wiring right By christmas time next year I'm gonna have a patent And everything'll be all right And we could buy a pitbull And name him after harry And we could be famous Then we'll get married Married Well, sweetness, do you think that we could have a yard sale? All this dust is making my eyes sting We could fix the brakes and with the extra money I could buy a wedding ring I've been working on a tractor that could lift a building I'm gonna try it out tonight I'm gonna lift that stinkin' bank up and take all their money You just stay right here, sit tight And we could buy a pitbull And name him after harry We could be famous And then we'll get married Married Honey, do you think that we could start all over? You could go back to school |
Who Wrote Pitbull By Rug Burns?
Steve Poltz
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