A keresés eredménye

Spectacle Snake

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When I was a kid I was always beat up
By the other boys when we went to school
What bloody schmucks, huh?
But there was always some little bastard
Whom I could let out all the steam on
A little skinny bastard...
 
He was a spectacle snake
Spectacle snake
Bloody spectacle snake!
 
When I got older, things remained the same
And in all the workplaces I got whopped
By everyone
But there was always some little bastard
Whom I could larrup, and reclaim my self respect
A little skinny bastard...
 
He was a spectacle snake
It was always a spectacle snake
Bloody spectacle snake!
 
(SOLO)
 
Spectacle snake
A spectacle snake...
A bloody spectacle snake!
 
Finally, I was fed up with always getting beat up
So I began training karate and boxing
Getting strong like hell
But, while the muscles grew
I felt my vision worsening
Can you imagine?
 
Now I'm a spectacle snake
Yes, a spectacle snake
Bloody spectacle snake
They call me spectacle snake
A strong fucking spectacle snake
Bloody spectacle snake
 
''Is there anyone who feels like fighting with a spectacle snake!?''
 

No One Picks A Dandelion

On our journey (On our journey)
In our world (In our world)
There are rules we must find ourselves in
But it can (But it can)
Sometimes (Sometimes)
Turn into hyperbole if we blindly follow every law
 
No one picks a dandelion and give it to their friend
It have to stay there until it dies
Even though it's bright yellow it's considered ugly
It have to stay there and feel left out
 
So I pick a dandelion and two or three
Which I give to a friend that I hold dear
And indeed God let me ignore prohibitions
Which we have no use for here
 
Life which (Life which)
becomes a chore (Becomes a chore)
When we're forced to things we don't like
But I believe (But I believe)
That it lives (That is lives)
A God inside us, telling us when we're doing wrong
 
No one picks a dandelion and give it to their friend
It have to stay there until it dies
Even though it's bright yellow it's considered ugly
It have to stay there and feel left out
 
So I pick a dandelion and two or three
Which I give to a friend that I hold dear
And indeed God let me ignore prohibitions
Which we have no use for here
 
No one picks a dandelion and give it to their friend
It have to stay there until it dies
Even though it's bright yellow it's considered ugly
It have to stay there and feel left out
 
So I pick a dandelion and two or three
Which I give to a friend that I hold dear
And indeed God let me ignore prohibitions
Which we have no use for here
 

Super Fat Sigge's Head

Super fat Sigge's head
Super fat Sigge's head
Enormous head
Head
Head
Super fat Sigge's head
Super fat Sigge's head
Enormous head
Head
Head
Super fat Sigge's head
Super fat Sigge's head
Head
Enormous head
Head
Head
Head
Head
Head
Head
Head
Head
Head
Head
Head
Super fat Sigge's head
Head, head
Super fat Sigge's head
Head, head
Super fat Sigge's head
Head, head
Super fat Sigge's head
Head, head
 

Punk Bastards

Well, don't come here and talk about punk with me, you fucking kids
Don't come here and talk about punk with me, you fucking kids
Well, if you do, you'll get a beating, every one of you
Well, taste my right hand swing, it packs a punch!
 
Well, don't come here and talk about punk with me, you swine
No, no, no, don't come here and talk about punk with me, you swine
Well, don't come here and talk about punk with me, you fucking kids
Don't come here and talk about punk with me, you fucking kids
 
Johnny Rotten, what faggot is that?
Well, sweep Clash and the idiots into a pile
Don't come here and talk about punk with me, you swine
No, no, no, don't come here and talk about punk with me, you swine
 
Johnny Rotten is a fucking shithead!
But I know how to deal with swine like that!
They should suffocate in a gas shower, fucking jewsss
My name is E. Hitlerrrrrr hahahahaha
 
Don't come here and talk about punk with me, you fucking kids
Don't come here and talk about punk with me, you fucking kids
Every one of you look like fucking apes, and you ought to be dug down into the same hole
Don't come here and talk about punk with me, you fucking swine
Don't come here and talk about punk with me, you swine
 
Johnny Rotten is a fucking swine, no better than a dickwad!
All punk rockers can go to hell! hahahaha
 
(SOLO)
 
Don't come here and talk about punk with me, you fucking kids
Don't come here and talk about punk with me, you fucking kids
If you do I will whip you until you die! hahaha
It's sweet to see a punk rocker bleeding, hahaha
 
Well, don't come here and talk about punk with me, you swine
Well, don't come here and talk about punk with me, you fucking swine
 

Börje Lundin, the Knight of the Steering Wheel

Come here, come here
Back to me, I want you baby
When I make a move, I freeze up like an imbecile
I of course believe it's you
The same style of hairdo, but a darker shade
Than the one you currently wear
There's always someone that I meet that
Resembles you quite a bit
Faces that awake memories about
When it was you and I
 
Come here, come back to me
I want you baby
Come here, come here, and say
Baby I want to be with you
 
If I run into someone wearing a leather jacket and jeans
You're there for a minute
I get punched in my face so that I wake up and remember
That it really is over now
 
It has happened that I've acted spontaneously
Made a fool out of myself and approached
A total stranger downtown
And shouted out your name
 
Come here, come back to me
I want you baby
Come here, come here, and say
Baby I want to be with you
 
Now I'm no longer able to act cool
Since I'm constantly reminded of your gaze
And I see you everywhere
 
Come here, come here
Come here, come here back to me
I want you baby
Come here, come here, and say
Baby I want to be with you
 
Come here, come here back to me
I want you baby
Come here, come here, and say
Baby I want to be with you
Baby I want to be with you
 

The Chin

The Chin, the Chin, they call me the Chin
I use it when I make pancakes
I also use it as a ticket
Yeah, the chin is useful in many ways
 
The chin, the chin, yes I'm using my chin
When I need to clean up my yard
With my chin I remove logs and rocks
Yeah, the chin is really awesome
 
The chin, the chin, it's by best friend
The chin, the chin, I don't want to lose it, oh well
 
The chin, the chin, it's so great, the chin
If a lake freezes up somewhere
We don't need ice breaker assistance
Because the chin will do the job effortlessly
 
Oh well, you sort of break the ice with your chin, oh well
 
Yeah, as I already said
 
The chin, the chin, it's my best friend
The chin, the chin, I don't want to lose it, oh well
The chin, the chin, it's so great, the chin
I can use it, yeah, for everything
Now when I'm about to switch engagement ring
I don't need my thingamajig, because the chin will do it for me
And dad doesn't have to do the work, so to speak
 
Come on here and have a look at my big, beautiful chin girls
And you will see something totally outstanding and great
Weeell, excellent and great
A totally outstanding and great chin
 

I hate Hip-hop

Heeey!! Whaat? Whats that fukkin noise in my studio???!!
I was trying to record some damn country...
What? What kinda fucker is that standing by the door?
Yo! What the hell are you sayin? Yo! Joey Cartwright?
Fuck your clothes are ugly you bastard!
Soggy fukking sweatsuit and whats that fukkin baseball cap you're wearing?
You look like a retarded woodpecker with it's head twisted round!!
Don't just stand there jerking like a fukkin mongoloid!
 
Hip-hop, hip-hop, I hate hip-hop!
Rap being thrown about, it all sounds like shit
Hip-hop, hip-hop, god damn hip-hop!
Shove it up your ass all rappers...oh.. Yo!
 
Get the hell outta here with that damn flickering device!
What's that, that's a TV? That's not a TV? Oh a MTV!
That's the kinda thing you watch you fuckking moron! Haw-haw-haw!
You go grab your skateboard an' go home again!
In this place, we're goin' to play some real beauties!
 
Hip-hop, hip-hop, I hate hip-hop!
Rap being thrown about, it all sounds like shit
Hip-hop, hip-hop, god damn hip-hop!
Shove it up your ass all rappers...oh.. Yo!
 
Sup, What's up with that? This is my studio yeah!
You don't get to come in here you fuckers! Bah! Morons right?
Getting in my way when I'm about to play Gnesta-Kalle...1
Yeah! What'are you doin' over there in the corner? Scratching your ass?
Oh, you're dancing... Haw-haw-haw! You call that dancing?
Gettouta my studio before I call the fukkin coppers! HEEY!
 
Fucking rapper YO! Rappity-rap bastard, you look hella stupid!
You ever seen a cows arse before yeah?
Do you know what the difference is between a cows arse and a mailbox?
Haw-haw-haw! Can't ask you to send some letters for me then can I! Ha-ha-ha!
 
Hip-hop, hip-hop, I hate hip-hop!
Rap being thrown about, it all sounds like shit
Hip-hop, hip-hop, god damn
hip-hop! Shove it up your ass all rappers...oh.. Yo!
 
Next up is boogie-woogie! Heh-heh-heh!
Don't come here and yap rap with me you pigs!
Don't come here and yap rap at me you pigs! Rap-bastards!
Morons! Fucking rappers! Shit house! Fucking rappers! Up yours!
I give the fuck up... YO!
Get outta here you damn rapper!
(Or was that a Scanian...?)2
 

• 1. born 1927, plays the Accordion
• 2. Person from southmost Sweden, the way they talk are often mocked and it can be hard for Swedes from the rest of Sweden to understand sometimes

Sverige (US of America)

Now let's go with a nice song here then,
would you like to start then, Tore
and read from the top up here
 
Sweden where the wind is sizzling through birch trees and the rivers are rushing,
where we walk on top of mist covered mountains and deep valleys
though fir forest and pine trees' halls
up onto lingonberry-red grass lands we walk past cottages
we hear birds chirping and midsummer girls giggling
thou ancient, thou free, do you want to live or die,
now it's your turn
 
I thank the roadwork department for your zealous and classy service,
every morning you come and pick up my car
the housing agency that registers my prayers
and gives me hope while waiting in line
and I thank all the department offices for documents
and letters and that I did not have to understand what you wrote
I thank you for all the punk rockers and alcoholics
so that my wife and kids don't have to be alone in the city
and grandma and grandpa thank you for the new old waltz
and for not having to leave the house at all. It's so darn great!
 
SWEDEN SWEDEN MOTHERLAND
YOU ARE SO DARN GREAT!
 
I thank the media that makes the life more rich
by making me understand
that drug lords, robbers, lawyers
and tax evaders have a really hard life
 
I thank all the city planners that
old houses are not allowed to exist
so that you don't have to remember
And I thank the school system for their new tidings
so that we avoid education, hey!
 
Regulations, prohibitions, rules and laws
so that noone has fun or knows how to complain
and that the number of qualifying days of sick leave increases
so that I have to be sick longer
 
SWEDEN SWEDEN MOTHERLAND
YOU ARE SO DARN GREAT!
 
I thank all the politicians and their flow of words
so that I don't have to make decicions regarding my own destiny
I thank all the employers and unions
for that you fight for our wages
so that I don't need to have my own fund for my sons
and the police because they are motorizing and expanding
so that you don't have to meet anyone on patrol
 
And the health care for personnel quotas and the tailored production
so that we avoid relations and emotions.... yeeah!
I thank the liberal education of our youth, free from strict rules
they create such funny artwork in Stockholm's subways.... hihihi!
 
I thank evolution and the concience of enterprises
so that we don't have to worry about work
and I thank all computers and their pieces of code
so that I don't have to find solutions myself
and I totallly don't have to think at all myself - quite adequate!
 
Sweden where the wind no longer is sizzling through the birch trees
and the rivers no longer are rushing
where we walk among power plant mountains and fenced-off nuclear valleys
cut down fir forest and pine trees' empty halls
thou ancient, thou free, what the hell not being good any more
 
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING
SWEDEN IS GOOD THAT'S SELF EVIDENT!
 

Other people, they know how to do it

If I try to crack a joke, it's not funny
Everyone stares at me, as if I was insane
If I say 'fatass!', everyone says 'idiot!'
But then Hasse Alfredsson comes along and says the same thing
And then it's hilarious
 
If I wiggle my toes, they shake their heads
If I scratch my butt, then I'm insane
If I say 'Boston butt', well that makes me crazy
But then Povel Ramel comes along and says the very same thing
And then it's hilarious
 
It's so frustrating, all these roles we play
What does not work for me to say, works for him
It's a darn shame, these roles
If I say 'I've got a hard-on!', then they will take me away
But if Hasse Alfredsson says the same, then they will laugh themselves to death.
 
If I try to sing something beautiful then they say
'shut up you fucking scum!'
If I turn it up, then they will teach me right
But then Roger Whitaker comes along and sings the same thing, and then it's as beautiful as ever
 

Four eyes

When I was I kid I always got beat up
By the other kids in school
Such darn bastards
But there was always some tiny fucker
that I could take it out on
A little skinny bastard
 
He was a four eyes, four eyes
fucking four eyes
 
When I grew older it was the same
And on work I got beat up
By everyone
But there was always some tiny fucker
Who's mouth I could punch in to assert myself
A little skinny bastard
 
He was a four eyes, it always was a four eyes
fucking four eyes
 
(solo)
 
He was a four eyes, four eyes
fucking four eyes
 
Eventually, I got tired of always getting beat up
So I started training karate and boxing
And became strong as hell
But as my muscles grew
My vision started getting worse and worse
Such a darn fate
 
Now Im a four eyes, yeah a four eyes
fuckin four eyes
They call me four eyes, a really strong four eyes
fuckin four eyes
 
Anyone here wanna mess with a four eyes???!
 

Torsten poured a glass of liquor for Karin Söder

Oh so many bad dreams you can dream
The other night I dreamt I was in Stockholm
There, in the faint morning light, I saw the big parliament house
Up there in the front, I saw something peculiar
 
Torsten poured a glass of liquor for Karin Söder
Torsten poured a glass of liquor for Karin Söder
 
Everyone in the parliament sat there on a park bench
Drunk like hooligans, yelled out like banshees
Drunk to the point of falling over, everyone just wanted to keep on boozing
But the very best, that was this
 
When Torsten poured a glass of liquor for Karin Söder
Torsten poured a glass of liquor for Karin Söder
 
Olof he was drunk, Thorbjörn fell down
Ola was retarded, Gösta flailed with his knife
But there was something, that was even worse
 
Torsten poured a glass of liquor for Karin Söder
Torsten poured a glass of liquor for Karin Söder
 
(SOLO)
 
Yeah, Torsten poured a glass of liquor for Karin Söder
Torsten poured a glass of liquor for Karin Söder
 
The liquor store was open, although it was Saturday
And you could breathe, without being arrested
Business had started, everyone was just as drunk
In the middle of everything you could spot two individuals
 
When Torsten poured a glass of liquor for Karin Söder
Torsten poured a glass of liquor for Karin Söder
 

Thirteen Years Old

I remember it like it were yesterday,
the time of my dear childhood, although it was a while ago
Although we never thought about
our future, we still had it left
 
Now that you've grown up,
you sometimes wish that you could have it back
That dear time that existed then
in my safe childhood's bright, young days
 
[REF:]
Thirteen years old, thirteen years old,
we were only thirteen years old
That was the first time
we felt something inside of us burning,
some sort of feeling that lit up
a fire in the adults
 
Back then, long ago, there was
no such thing as worry or care
As long as we got to play, we were happy,
we asked for nothing more
 
Now there are so many dreary
thoughts which fill your heavy heart
And if I could become a child anew
and just forget everything that's happening
 
[REF(x2)]
 

A pleasant voice from the telephone

Ring, ring from the telephone
I answer a bone-white horn1
And I wonder then who
is calling me now anew2
 
'Hello there, sweetie pie
how are you feeling today?'
 
A pleasant voice from the telephone, a girl from a different zone
Reciever in my hand, I can barely stand3
It is her
 
My sis was gonna take a walk
So I took a chance to talk
on the phone with you
Hi, here you have me too4
Mr. Don Juan
 
This is far too silly yet
We've never even met
But she seems cute
But we should just stay mute5
Whos leg is she pulling?
Her sisters or mine?
 
A pleasant voice from the telephone, a girl from a different zone
Reciever in my hand, I can barely stand
It is her
 
My sis was gonna take a walk
So I took a chance to talk
on the phone with you
Hi, here you have me too
Mr. Don Juan
 
Making a choice, what a pain6
I'll just say 'yes and no'
Has she gone insane?
Or fallen in love with me?
We aren't rational, any part of us
 
A pleasant voice from the telephone, a girl from a different zone
Reciever in my hand, I can barely stand
It is her
 
My sis was gonna take a walk
So I took a chance to talk
on the phone with you
Hi, here you have me too
Mr. Don Juan
 
A pleasant voice from the telephone, a girl from a different zone
Reciever in my hand, I can barely stand
It is her
 
My sis was gonna take a walk
So I took a chance to talk
on the phone with you
Hi, here you have me too
Mr. Don Juan
 

• 1. reciever
• 2. calling me right now
• 3. reciever in my hand, shakes a bit
• 4. Hello, Here I am
• 5. 'we should behave properly'. this sentence seems to be missing from the English lyrics, but you can hear it in the song
• 6. when you have to make a choice that is hard and it makes you feel bad

When you dream your dreams

He's standing alone by the road, waiting
Like so many times before
And he wonders, is it worth it
To open the door to his heart
 
He stopped counting how many times
He has been in love
And there's nothing he could say
That will make things any better
 
(REF)
When you dream your dreams
They'll never turn out the way you want
Just the friend you were counting on
Is the one you cannot get
Although you dream and hope
The dream never comes true
And I hoped we could find each other
 
Late evening, he's walking home alone
As so many times before
The love story had hardly begun
And now it already ended
 
And while he's walking home
He's thinking again
She went out with somebody else
I got cheated again
 
(REF)(2x)
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth, and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

Girl from across the street

I have a dream,
a dream i hope can become reality
Want to love you,
want to be your only one, your husband
And tho I know it won't come true,
It still hope..
 
Girl from across the street,
see what you've done to my heart
You took and crushed it,
like glass underfoot
Girl from across the street
 
If only sometime I could find courage,
to put my feelings into words
There's so many beautiful things
I'd like to say to you
Girl from across the street
 
I have a dream,
but it feels so smooth that I fall asleep
And you're in that dream, and you're mine
And I never wanna wake up from that dream
 
Though you live so close
We're still so far from each other
You might as well live on the other side of the world
Girl from across the street
 
If I only knew what to do
How could I tell you all this ?
How could I tell you how things are ?
that I actually love you so muuuuuuuch....
 
Girl from across the street
You planted a seed and it grew roots
I love you hopelessly and there's no cure
Girl from across the street
Girl from across the street
Girl from across the street
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth,
and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

How the King is banging Silvia

I bought myself a camera, for four thousand bucks
I've been out and filmed a few times with it
The best thing I recorded, was actually yesterday
The King was banging Silvia behind a lingonberry shrub(1)
 
I saw how he bumped into a tall leaf
Then I could see, it was the King's white butt
He lay there and moaned like a dromedary
When the King was banging Silvie, best film that I have..
 
When he pulled out his balls, they were nice and smooth
And Silvia's cunt was dripping, like a soup tureen (2)
Now I'm going home, to show on the projector to Mom and Dad
How the King is banging Silvia, the best film that I got.
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth, and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

We're so much human driftwood

We're so much human driftwood
and we need each other
So many that would be happy
if you'd hold out your hand
And stuck inside yourself, is one of them
that sometimes cries
It's hard to talk about it
although it's true
 
Many have a hard time talking
Many have a hard time laughing
And talking about how each one
Has has to trample on others
before they trample on you
This has to be understood
If you'll be able to handle it
 
(REF)
 
We're so much human driftwood
and we need each other
You became a pawn in the tough game of life
And your eyes have grown hard
Your glance has grown cold
But deep inside, you're still crying anyway
 
(REF)
 
We're so much human driftwood
and we need each other
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth, and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

Tampico

I've been all around the world,
ever since I set out
And I thought that the journey,
Would have a final destination
 
But there's a place I'm missing
that I always think about
And I always wanna go back there
To my very own Tampico
 
(REF)
Oh, Tampico, my very own city
If only you'd write me a single letter
then I'd turn back
To Tampico, with a blue sky
My long journey all around this world of ours
I've been tired of it
 
Every morning when I wake up
Under a sky so heavy and grey
Is that only you I'm missing?
And the place where I am from?
 
If you only heard of me
If you asked me to come home
Then I'd know, you'd take me
Away from here, and home again
 
(REF)(2x)
 
Oh, Tampico, my very own city
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth, and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

Midsummer Night

The red sun goes down,
coloring the open sea
And sometimes trees and shrubs delay
the shine twilight slowly
And from far away I hear
the happy laughter of Hubbe and Sussie (1)
For there is feasting, and happyness
and singing at midsummer night
 
(REF)
 
Midsummer Night
We dance all night long
The accordeon resounds from the bay bridge
With giggling and laughter and song
Midsummer Night
And the sun just won't go down
It feels so good in your heart
When Midsummer Night smiles at you
 
by the beach sits
an old man with his fishing rod
And peering secretly
at every beautiful little maiden
And old Gösta (2)
Is dancing with Sussie, whom he received
For everyone is equally happy
At our midsummer night
 
(REF)
 
(SOLO)
 
On our dancefloor
the orchestra plays a swift song (X)
Which by both young and old
Is just as easily received (X)
And the air smells like
Firewood, moonshine and happy laughter
For everyone's become friends
When it's midsummer night
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth, and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

Here at home

Here at home
When I step off the train
Feeling the nice clean air
You can feel like home
Like on your mother's farm again
And when the train has disappeared
The Stationmaster is waving cheerfully at me
 
Shouting 'Welcome, long time no see!'
Here at home, I'm on my own soil
Here at home, we all know each other
 
Out in the big worlds, nobody ever has time
To just stand there and talk
Everyone just rushing on by
You can't find happiness
Where the rules of the jungle are law
When you've been out there
You want to go home after but a day
 
Here at home, you don't have to do a thing
Here at home, you only do as you please
Here at home, I'm on my own soil
here at home, we all know each other
 
Here at home, you don't have to do a thing
here at home, you can be whoever you want
Here at home, I'm on my own soil
Here at home, we all know each other
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth, and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

Goodbye, farewell

Godbye, farewell, for the last time
Goodbye, farewell, I have to leave
Though it happens now against my own will
We now have to part ways forever
 
Goodbye, farewell, see you no more
Even tho you're the one I love
I have given my promise to another
And I cannot stay here
 
Our promises we should keep always
And that's why I now have to go
Even tho I want to stay, there is another
To whom I promised to come
 
Even tho you have given me all your love
I cannot return it now
A last hug now, and I gotta go
And noone can change that
 
Godbye, farewell, for the last time
Goodbye, farewell, I have to leave
Though it happens now against my own will
We now have to part ways forever
 
Goodbye, farewell, see you no more
Even tho you're the one I love
I have given my promise to another
And I cannot stay here
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth, and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

Bonnatwist

Here dance the farmers, short and tall
With large asses, big and strong ones
The party on the edge (of the woods?) won't be boring
For here we dance the twist
The twisting went on for a long time
But here by the woodside, they're yet dancing
Until their shit becomes dizzy
 
(REF)(2x)
Bonnatwist, bonnatwist
Here the farmers dance Bonnatwist
Bonnatwist, bonnatwist
Here the farmers dance Twist!
The peasants leap, roar and scream
 
Inside the holds, barnhouses and lodges
On clearings and groves, coves and forests
The peasants hurl around in a ring
That the dung is spattered around
Out among the moss, heather and leaves
We dance around, and wiggle our asses
Jumping and fencing, flapping and punching
When the Bonnatwist goes ooooffff !!
 
(REF)(2x)
 
Shake it!
 
(REF)(2x)
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth, and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)

Licking pussy

Licking pussy is delicious, when it's so wet
Licking pussy is the best thing in the world
 
Licking pussy of an older lady
Licking pussy when it smells funny
Licking pussy is really amazing
 
Young women's pussy is usually the best
when they had a xxxxx that day (X)
And for a 90 year old it'll be a real party
Then you can jerk off the same time you're taking it
 
Licking pussy, that's what I want
Licking pussy that smells like herring
Licking pussy, until your tongue is coated with shit
 
(SOLO)
 
Long pussy, short pussy, and narrow ones too
They taste so good, it just can't be true
Pretty pussy, ugly pussy
They all should be licked just the same
 
Licking pussy the whole night long
Licking pussy while listening to this song
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth, and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)