This is a song about "Sail"

Corduroys, cam will shine

Let them sail to finish line,

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

As we sail vikings look from the heavens and hail

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

Get booty set sail on coast inhale no choke exhale no smoke no joke...

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

Never had a chance to try

Has trouble even under a fair sail.

You can ask los, i was like a young gale