Me and my brother were talking to each other
About what makes a man a man
Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born
We just couldn’t understand
Our old man didn’t like our appearance
He said that only women wear long hair
So me and my brother borrowed money from Mother
We knew what we had to do
We went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasium
And got our arms tattooed
Welcome to my life, tattoo
I’m a man now, thanks to you
I expect I’ll regret you
But the skin graft man won’t get you
You’ll be there when I die
Tattoo
My dad beat me because mine said «Mother»
But my mother naturally liked it and beat my brother
Cause his tattoo was of a lady in the nude
And my mother thought that was extremely rude
Welcome to my life, tattoo
We’ve a long time together, me and you
Now I’m older, I’m tattooed all over
My wife is tattooed too
A rooty-toot-toot, rooty-tooty-toot-toot
Rooty-toot-toot tattoo too
To you
Just sublime!!!!!! Like it was just made fffuucckkkinngg just nowww!!!!! Relevant as history, presennt, and future!!!! W H O forevvvaaahhh!!!! Rave on!!!!! ☺
I was/am so proud of my daughter, Avery Ellen. Her first tat was on her ankle that said ,"Made in America". (Actually made in New Orleans , America.)