Ghandi

Get alone, lonesome bulldog 
Its turning to spring 
Get alone, lonesome bulldog 
Its that time again 
Though its raining 
Stop complaining 
Theres a long 
Road to bear 
Get alone, lonesome bulldog 
Get alone, over there, 
Get alone, lonesome bulldog 
In spring.

Well, Mahatma Ghandi was a little spindly bottom ying ragged headed boy, who grew up in a Western Kentucky village called Johnstonvile, in Harrison County, there he grew up. His mother was a white woman, his father was a rastifarian, he refused to buy the family seafood on their outings. There he developed a taste for convertibles, blonde haired women, and big old long Indian dig, so get alone, get alone little Mahatma Ghandi in the spring. 

Get alone, lonesome bulldog 
While theres snow on the ground 
Get alone, lonesome bulldog 
Where youll never be found 
In the morning 
Without warning 
And theres 
No food to share 
Get alone, lonesome bulldog 
Get alone, over there, 
Get alone, lonesome bulldog 
In spring.

Well pretty soon little Mahatma Ghandi was going 300 miles per hour, and Ill tell you what, he was going 300 miles per hour was because his strangely turbo charged penis head was making him do it that why, just kidding. Mahatma Ghandi had a tremendous career at high school, college, and in law school, and in the house of representatives. There he found himself as a presidential candidate, and met up with Mary Joe Pipette, and across the (?) bridge they did ride. So get alone, get alone little Mahatma Ghandi in the spring.