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| Surfin' UFO How did you give me such a fright, fright, fright, fright? Oh, with your green skin, and your slimy scales... And what the fuck is that massive spike!? Fifteen eyes are too much for me, She said: 'Now, wipe that ectoplasm right orf my knee!' She plays flying-saucer rock and roll, And when she bends down, I can see her black hole! She came down from space on a rocket ship, And said: 'Pretty baby, Gonna make you urghhhh...' |
| Last Time I Went to the Beach I got the Crabs Last time I went to the beach I got the crabs. They had me out-flanked; in a pincer movement, Crawlin' so fast they went right up my arse. Next time I go, I think I'll have the lobster. It went down better, but it gave me the squits, They've got formica tables, but it isn't The Ritz. [Deep, huh?] |
| Pustules at Dawn We've got guns, we've got knives, I've got Spunk down my strides, yeah. Come on! Shoot your load, The old chap's getting old, arhuhuh. [Now if I just squeeze here.....] I've got an awful pain, right in my side. It came on when my mange was gone. Everytime I scratch, my skin flakes off, Ooooh, damned scrofulus. The other day, I sat down too fast, Maaan! That's got to smart! 'Lance that thing orf, and let's take a ride', 'Well, I'd love to, honey, but it's bad for my piles.' Just last night I had some terrible wind, My gastric juices walked-out on the job. When I take my temperature, I bend right down... Mmmmm, French style! |
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| I was going to include a picture of some weeping sores, but I opted for this picture of some lovely flowers instead. |
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