we were all alone
then she bit my bone
i said let's sell the phone
try to get away
i knew she was in heat
she knelt at my feet
wet socks on the floor
but it's all the same
last year we got sick
doctors did the trick
now i gotta use a stick
but it's still the same
blunt as a matchpack
dry as a cactus
o no!
(you go home)
pus policemen fill up day
student teachers license plates
eat my dinner words all gone
i feel slipped away
the moral is don't start
even if you're smart
you don't have a chance
it's all the same
blunt as a matchpack
dry as a cactus
o no!
(you go home)
ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
