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!