"That's my boy!" "Fuckin' gouged out his own eye socket just to save my goddamn ass!" "Shee-it! Haaaaaa!" [Verse 1] C’mere, kid—jus' sit tight— Ol' mama Celeste gonna set you right. You fuckin' done the brave, dumb, hero stuff, now comes the part that always sucks. But lucky you—I fuckin' know the cure, ’cause busted bones? I’m a goddamn connoisseur. [Pre-Chorus] When my ulna's snapped and I'm spittin' teeth, there's one sweet trick fuckin' keeps me mean— [Chorus] ’Cause a swig of 101 gets it done, burns like hell but shit! Hell can be fun. Take a slug, let the world go numb— yeah, a swig of 101 gets it done. [Verse 2] Hold still, kid—yeah, that’s it— Celeste got hands like a holy drill-bit. But pain goes down like a fire chute when that fuckin' Kentucky turkey's your lube You saved our hides, so drink up with pride— this is how we toughen up our tender side. [Pre-Chorus] When our skull gets chipped and our ribs are cracked, we pour two fingers, fuckin' knock it back— [Chorus] ’Cause a swig of 101 gets it done, burns like hell but shit! Hell can be fun. Take a slug, fuckin' wink at the nuns— yeah, a swig of 101 gets it done. Yip! Yi-ha ha hahaha! [Bridge] I’ve been stitched, glued, braced, and taped, limped outta fights I shouldn’t’ve escaped. And kid, the truth—and don’t you grin— Yer lucky you fuckin' ain't got guts or skin! You ain't got no parts that need to be sewn— So grit your teeth, and fuckin' thank your bones. Yah ha haha! Yahhhhhh! "Fuckin' Bonesy!" [Final Chorus] Yeah, a swig of 101 gets it done, burns like hell but shit! Hell can be fun. Drink it down, you brave little son of a gun— That's how a swig of One-oh-Fuckin'-one gets it done. Yi-ha haha haha! [Outro] "Now hold my hand and don’t puke on Celeste— she fuckin' hates that." Yeah! A swig of 101 gets it fuckin' done!!!! "Lighten up, it goes right through his fuckin' ribcage."
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