Get along lonesome bulldog it's turning to spring
  Get along lonesome bulldog it's that time again
  Though it's raining, stop complaining
  There's a long road to bear
  Get along lonesome bulldog
  Get along over there
  Get along lonesome bulldog in spring
  (spoken)Well, Mohatma Ghandi was a little spindly-bottomed
  raggedy-headed boy that grew
  up In a Western-Kentucky village called Johnstonville, in Harrison
  county, and there he grew
  up. His mother was a white woman; His father was a rastafarian who
  refused to buy the family
  Seafood on their outings. And there he developed a taste for
  convertables, blonde-headed
  women, And he had a big old long Indian dick...So get along little
  Mohatma Ghandi, get along
  in the Spring. Well, pretty soon little Mohatma Ghandi was going three
  hundred miles an hour,
  and I'll Tell you what. He was going three hundred miles an hour because
  his strangely
  turbocharged Penis-head was making him do it that way. Just kidding.
  Mohatma Ghandi had a
  tremendous Career in high school, in college, and in law school, and in
  the House of
  Representatives.There he Found himself as a presidential candidate. He
  met up with Mary-Jo
  Kopechne and across the Chappaquadick bridge they did ride. So get along
  little Mohatma
  Ghandi, get along in the Spring.