Holy Mackerel Lyrics

Pick a name, pick a place, chances are I've had the means to be there.
Pick a date, pick a time, I got it from a friend of mine, the ability to 
socialize.
Holy Mackerel

Once when I was young, I troubled over imperfection in my knees.
When you cultivate a pompadour It's best to keep the top up for the 
breeze.
Cuts like hell, ya know. 

Sporty was a poetry boy, and liked to puff his pipe into the night. 
But since he sold him hits of ectasy.
Johnny Law, he took a decade of his life, that's a hunk of life.
Holy Mackerel