Lyrics: Guttermouth. Other. Steak.

When will my ship come in? man I really gotta know
Cause I'm tired at living at the y with 50 other guys
That smell like Frenchmen
Necesidad un bistek salvar al dia
My life's been such a wreck, there's no aces, no aces in my deck
I'm starting to believe that my ship is make believe
Lights out at ten
Necesidad un bistek slavar al dia
Everyday I try so hard I ain't never got a card for my b-day
If I ever make it, I'll broil, saute, or bake it. give me steak
Necesidad un bistek salvar al dia
Gozar su comida