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!