Yeah, implement Yeah, yeah That boy Smith's got, bold, insane He sings songs but he doesn't hear There's a gun in his mouth And music in his ear, yeah Yeah, implement Yeah, yeah Yeah, implement
for a tongue He looks like a bum or a son or a punk He's a basket case, he's a silent sodder His face is odd, but his voice is odder Yeah, Implement Yeah! Yeah
Yeah, Implement Yeah! Yeah! The boy Smith's called a super Scotch homo Bald, insane, Satanical romo He sings songs that dogs only hear He's got a gun in his mouth and music in his ear Yeah
