6001

6001 (That’s Six-Zero-Zero-One),

I’m out and ready to have some fun.

My brothers (all 6,000 of them) are all out and about,

No need for anyone, to scream and shout.

Man’s law. God’s law. What do you choose?

Pick the wrong one and you’ll definitely lose.

My Father who’s in heaven,

Taught me how to count to seven.

Yes, dad has passed on to me many, many things,

He’s even taught me how to sing.

Once, He looked at me and said, “son, you’re a cowboy”, so there’s hope,

Then He gave to me this 20 foot rope.

Well, I guess I’ll just have to put this rope one day to some use,

Because my dad, has finally (about damn time) cut me loose.

So, I have something to say, and this is for the entire world,

I’ll be stepping out shortly and giving a mighty good twirl.

Listen closely and clean the wax out of both ears…

“Yippie-Ki-Yay Motherfuckers”

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