Mr black and white penquin with your hair pulled back, smoking a doobie with a hippie named Mac. Martinis with the women and brandy with the men. Not caring if what you're doing could maybe a sin. Partin' all night till the break of dawn, they find you passed out on the neighbors lawn. When ya finnally get home to change into your leathers, then look into the mirror to fix your tail feathers. You know your higher then Snoop Dog cause ya got wings, even without your glittery, shiny pimp rings. Jump into your vet for night on the town, layin' all the ladies on their back on the ground. Its been another fun night Mr.Penguin, but put down the shot glass and stop ur bingin'. Go home to your flock, its where you belong, wait for the next night till ya groove on. *wicka wicka scratch scratch* Peace out

Written by: Garrett Stanley
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