Chords for Toll Booth Willie

_ _ _ _ _ _ Welcome to Wista.
[C] $1.25 please.
Hey, how you doing Toad Booth Willie?
Good, thanks for asking, pal.
Oh, that's great.
You know, [N] considering you're a fucking idiot.
Go fuck yourself, you son of a bitch!
I'll come right out of the booth and fucking whack you, you fucking [E] prick!
Hey, hey, Willie.
How's it going?
[Eb] Hey, can't complain, pal.
How's Bayou?
Oh, great, great.
How much?
The state charge is $1.25, [B] pal.
That's fine.
Now, should I give you the money or should I shove [Eb] the quarters directly up your fat ass?
Why, you fucking hag-on!
I'll fucking [Db] count and [N] fist your fucking head with a Louisville fucking slugger!
What do you think of that, ass fuck?
Hi, Willie.
_ Oh, nice to see you, ma'am.
Not a bad day, [Ab] huh?
Well, I'm a little lost.
Could you help me out?
I hear you're the best, Victor.
[N] Well, I know my way around New England, I can tell you that much.
So, where are you headed?
Well, I was just wondering exactly which is the best way to drive up your ass.
You know, if you'd tell me, I'd appreciate it, you fucking_
You fucking bitch!
Fuck you!
You forgot to pay the fucking toll, you dirty whore!
I'll fucking drop you [B] with a boot to the [F] fucking skull, you cum-guzzling queen!
Hey, Willie.
Hey, how are you?
Is it $1.25?
Go fuck [C] yourself.
Die, you fucking prick!
I hope you choke on a fucking [Eb] bottle cap, you fucking son of a fuck!
Eat [B] shit!
Eat my shit!
Hello, [Eb] Willie.
Good to see you.
Ah, Bishop Nelson.
Nice to see you.
That [E] was quite a sermon you had the other day.
Hey, Willie, [Bb] I do my best.
$1.25, [Ebm] Bishop.
$1.25, [E] Willie?
Isn't that the same price your mother charges for a blowjob, you piece of [Bb] dog shit?
[Ab] Oh, [N] have another one, you fucking lush!
It's not my fault the bartender cut you off last night, [C] you fucking douchebag!
Hey.
Well, hey.
Yeah, do you want the money, or should I just shove the quarters directly up your fat [N] ass?
Well, I already heard that one, you fucking unoriginal bastard!
Go suck a cock, you piece of fucking repeating shit!
Hi.
Oh, hi.
How are you?
Fine, thank you.
How much is the toll, please?
For you, sweetheart, it's a dollar twenty, [Db] thanks.
Here you go.
Thank you.
[G] Hey, hey, [Db] honey!
Would you like a receipt with that?
Oh, I almost forgot.
Thank you so much.
[Db] And here you are.
Do you think you could sign it?
[N] _ Or, uh, sign it?
Yeah, sign, Toll-Booze Willie with here.
Okay, sure.
By the way, what is this for?
Just so I could have proof for my friend that I met the biggest fucking dipshit with the smallest dick alive.
You understand?
Fuck you, you fucking uppity bitch!
I'll fucking fuck you and all your lesbian fish-eating friends in front of your fucking mothers!
You're gonna [Gbm] die, bitch!
I'm [F] coming out of the booze! _ _
_ _ [A] My fucking leg!
Hey, you ran over Toll-Booze Willie.
Oh my god.
I was always [N] wondering what it would be like to run over a dried up, stinky dick [B] licker.
You fucking prick.
I fucking heal every fucking word you're saying.
[Eb] When this fucking leg heals, I'm gonna kick you [E] guys new fucking assholes!
Fuck you, you motherfuckers!
I [G] swear, when this fucking heals, I'll see you at the hospital!
Fuck the hospital!
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