Pony the Pra - Matmatah

I had a scrap with a sailor one night

We were both drunk

I said «Just because you’re a sailor, you think you’re a man, if you’re going

to report me, go ahead you little dick…»

And I fell off the stool

And I fell off the stool

I was fulla whisky, single cask

He went to the captain: «You better throw this guy out;

he must be some kind

of a phoney»

Pony, the pony, the pony, the pony the pra

Pony, the pony, the pony, the pony the pra

Pony, the pony, the pony, the pony the pra

Pony, the pony, the pony, the pony the pra

I had a scrap with a whore one night

We were both stoned

I said «Just because you’re a whore, you think you’re cute, if you’re going to

report me, go ahead you funny prick.»

And I fell off the stool

And I fell off the stool

I was fulla pot

She went to the holy pimp.

«You better check this guy out;

he must be some

kind of a phoney»

Pony, the pony, the pony, the pony the pra

Pony, the pony, the pony, the pony the pra

Pony, the pony, the pony, the pony the pra

Pony, the pony, the pony, the pony the pra

I had a scrap with a doctor one night

We were both drunk

I said «Just because you’re a doctor, you think you’re smart, if you’re going

to report me, go ahead you prick»

And I fell off the stool

And I fell off the stool

I was fulla goofballs

E went to the other doctor: «You better look this guy up;

he must be some kind

of a phoney»

Pony, the pony, the pony, the pony the pra

Pony, the pony, the pony, the pony the pra

Pony, the pony, the pony, the pony the pra

Pony, the pony, the pony, the pony the pra

Pony, the pony, the pony, the pony the pra

Pony, the pony, the pony, the pony the pra

Pony, the pony, the pony, the pony the pra

Pony, the pony, the pony, the pony the pra