If wishes were horses,
beggars might ride.
Come take a ride, for a slip and slide.
Just hit a stride and glide,
and then push,
push.
Push, push, push, push, push, push.
Please pull the strings.
Bees just a sting.
Birds spread their wings in some things.
Push, push, push, push, push.
Up was the purse,
by sudden spurs.
This is a horse, but stirs now.
Push, push, push, push, push.
I like this loose.
Bring up the juice.
Just let it loose, produce now.
Push, push, push,
push, push.
Just a little.
Push, push, push.
A little further.
Push, push, push.
Just a little bit.
Push, push,
push.
A little bit more.
Let's go now.
Push, push.
Another shot.
We hit the spot.
Oh, that was hot.
Now push, push.
From a stinking stone, to the brick and bone.
I'm a lion prone in the night alone.
Oh, the whip and chain.
Oh, some blaster and pin.
There's no answer, no gain again.
Now!
Just a little
A little further
Oh just a little bit
And it'll be the most
My
My
My
Bosh! Bosh! Bosh! Just a little Bosh! Bosh! Bosh!
A little further Bosh! Bosh! Bosh! Oh just a
little bit Bosh! Bosh! Bosh! A little bit more!