Talked to my wife, told her I was working late Said she was bored silly and it was making her horny So I told her nothing I like better, Then heading back for a home cooked dinner, Then after that and maybe later From my front to my back, I’m a nymphomaniac Oh how bout a wack or a roll in the sack From my side to my side, hormonal overdrive I’m very much alive and I’m glad to share myself with you Can I play with ya genitalia? Can I play with ya genitalia? Dinner was good but sex was better She didn’t think she could get any wetter Then after that and sometime later I let her play with my genitalia From my front to my back I'm a nymphomaniac Oh how bout a wack or a roll in the sack From my side to my side hormones on overdrive Yes I'm very alive and I'm glad to share myself with you Can I play with ya genitalia? In spite of things that may occur Orals good for what ale’s ya But everytime I thought of her I thought of genitalia Can i play with ya genitalia? How’s that grab ya?
We are a NYHC band I’ll scream the words so you can’t under stand Fans will think we’re pretty swell Oh well we just know how to yell ( hep hep hep) We sure know how to pull a crowd Just look mean turn your instruments up load And when they leave they will still hear Our voices ringing in their ears (hep hep hep) Years spent smoking was a rational choice It all adds up to a brilliant singing voice And when you start coughing up lung Your know your really having fun.
I’d live my life entirely off the dole Cause it’s a fucking lot easier then doing it iff the pay role But some things I guess I should have guessed Because little Johnie’s got me by a toe hold. Friends say what ya gunna do with your life Parents sat what ya gunna do with your life What ya gunna do, jobs the best thing for you It’s something our parents must have known, about You go down the road you pay the toll I’m biased in my views I must confess But the justice system suitably objects Started out as a night on the town One by one we’re slowly falling down Hours ago we painted the town red Colours fade I want to go to bed Shirts are torn the beers are gone We are drawn across your lawn Just one lonely letterbox without a sound We knocked it to the ground Your new letterbox was mad of straw We had to knock it down my friend But you built it back up again Another Friday night on the town 10 to 12 more friends had gathered round We didn’t bother painting the town red We went to see your new letterbox instead Your new letterbox was made of stick Doused it up a little bit Stood back a set fire to it Just another night on the town Word had spread there’s something going down Invitations sent out via school Everyone brought something heavy Your new letterbox was made of brick We couldn’t knock it down Or burn it to the ground Your new letterbox gave us the shits But a mixture of chlorine and break fluid went like a dream Your new letterbox got blown to bits Next week we’ll go up the road And try the house adjacent to it.
Heres Humprey, Let’s go! Well socks they go with feet, gloves they go with hands, heads go in a hat but humprey’s got no pants, and worms they like to wiggle, my legs they like to dance, trains go choo choo choo but humprey’s got no pants take it away he’s got no pants he’s got no pants. etc.
