I'm going to the beach I like to do the swim I am especially good At the butterfly Here are my flipper Here are my goggles too Hear my barnacles Have
My darling the stars they shine for you My darling the birds [whistling] twitter for you My darling my heart skips a beat Whenever I think of you And
I got washed up on an island in Memphis I got wasted in a Longbeach bungalow I took out your assassins on a plateau drunk with poison I'm hell-bent on
They tried to assassinate me, can't get past my shield Got a hundred fresh disciples learnin' how to kneel What I ain't got, they beg borrow steal They
Hold the gun to you head Hold the gun to you head Hold the gun to you head Hold the gun to you head Hold the gun to you head ...and pull the trigger
Horny blonde forty shaved sexy wants to do it all day Wiv a gun-totin' trigger-happy tranny named Kinky Renae Digs pop masturbation music windsurf piss
Take me to your car I don't know you but I want to come out with you I had some cocaine I think I got an extra line for you I dance electric You can
Let's get it all together now How to play golf I'll give you one tip (?) How to play golf I'll give you one tip (?) Hit the ball away from you (swing
I'd like to find out about a song I heard last night at a disco party and it goes something like this: der der der der, der der der der der der der
I-I-I-I've been thinking 'bout floodbank levies We've been talking 'bout floodmark risin' Next time you go screechin' 'bout float-feed I'll take steps
Take a line of silver, take a line of coke Take a line of silver, take a line of coke Take a line of silver, take a line of coke Take a line of silver
This song is about the night I was watching a documentary about Aztecs, and realised that llamas can walk up steps without help She had really big ears
...and I want him to grow up casual, like his dad (?) You've got some men [???] the ladies But then...I'm not for that, right, I'm for the ladies So
worth fightin' for You didn't care before, now there's a whole lot less more worth and for (?) And there's molded plastic figurines and general controlled and slittin' machines
[several moans] You like that? [several moans]
I see a shape in the crowd I turn to know where you are But all around me's the stench of high density housing The stereo's listening to me And I'm being
She is a financier Employed me for a year I clean her office shine her chandelier I'm risking my career I took us for a beer I'm wondering where do we
I'm a mutha fukka on a motorcycle (She's a mutha fukka on a motorcycle) Oh, I'm a mutha fukka on a motorcycle (She's a mutha fukka on a motorcycle) Oh