Sleezy Louis

Words and Music by Adela Meally

Oh Sleezy Louis you're the bread inside the crust
You're the mould that grows, you're the dusty kind of stuff
and louis likes to hang around, to hang around on shallow ground
and shallow is the grave that louis wants

Chorus:
Sleezy, Oh can you hear me
Queasy, that's how i feel when Sleezy Louis is comin to town
Sleezy, Oh how ya make me queasy
Now that I'm feelin breezy
Louis I'm laughin at you

Oh Sleezy Louis you fill me with desire
To stamp you out and choke you with a wire
And Louis you're a hypocrite, a hypocrite you got no grit
Got no grit to spit no guts at all

And Sleezy Louis pretends that he don't care
And Louis said he'd never ever care
And Louis he don't take no shit, no shit because he's full of it
And full of it he'll stay for ever more