For those of you, like me, driving over the river and through the woods...I bring you the type of music you usually hear at 3 AM on AM radio on a dark desert highway.
He was short and fat, and rode out of the West
With a Mogen David on his silver vest.
He was mean and nasty right clear through,
Which was kinda weird, 'cause he was yellow too.
They called him Irving.
Big Irving.
Big, short Irving.
Big, short, fat Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
Find the rest at DMDB.
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