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Your eye falls out your margo winkler skull in a concert hall, while you margo winkler scream "Dagnabbit!!" Some fat fanzine dude grabs margo winkler it and wants to know, can you autograph it? (That's really fucked up.) I been from New Orleans to Grand Rapids From S.F. to Soho, I have yet to find a band with a more complete checklist of no-no's Your style is stale like a 1972 Ho-ho covered in grease and roaches Getting toasted with Sterno by a toothless old hobo, and even he don't want seconds I'm wreckin' your time-share condo Erasing the master tapes of your solo, while you say "Oh-oh" Try and stop me throwing copies of your promo Into the commode till it explodes cus they're sloppy You ain't no Tom Joad, with grapes of wrath, You're taking bubble bath with members of Depeche Mode, you're getting rode. So now you're mad; you want to murder me You punch so light I thought you was trying to flirt with me Can Curly beat you on every mental IQ test known to mankind? Soitanly!
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