Come on baby to my sex party
Willkomen to my sex party
New Year's Eve time for a sex party
German porn's my only sex party

Come a little closer
I got you something to see
Come a little closer
Come on closer to me
Come to my sex party

Wiener Schnitzel und a

Why try describe
The number left in line
It makes me wanna cry/die

Breaks me out in hives
When e'er I try to strive
It helps me just survive

I won't take no bribes
Ain't gonna take no dive
If I can't get that jive/vibe

5

If it takes all day
I'm

Gotta big head
Fulla ideas
Gotta think hard
Fulla wires and wheels

She had to build them
Didn't know what she had
Now she wants to kill them
And I'm feeling real sad

So I wanna tell the captain
Yo man I think they can feel
So I'm seeking out the chapla

Wheelin'
Dealin'
Stealin'
Smokin' banana peelins

Rollin'
Strollin'
Bowlin'
Cash my chips and go

Back to the river
Hopped up in a Flivver
My dice make em shiver
Cuz I'm the love-giver
Yeah I make em quiver
A quantity of liver is all I need r

Hey dig my bag I'm at the local laundry
Making the happiest duds you did ever see
Scrapin' bits of soap from all the other machines
Hard to get used to this always staying clean
Trying to kick the habit down in the laundromat
Along comes this cat . . .

I'm not so gallan

I could take this rock
And smash your brain inside
I could knock the gray matter
Where all your memories hide
I could kick your cranium
And spill your blood real nice
I could blow it all away
'Til you forget your life

Chorus:
That's what I could do
If I

I'm hip on the new craze
It's been around for days
Cool dudes know
Even frat boys go
The title's apt
It's rave rave rave

Mindless I'm displaced
Expressionless I'm gazed
I'm in ecstasy
Just wait and see
I'll say it's just a phase

Forty bucks I'm on

Hey I worry
I'm feeling kind of sore
I'm lying on the floor
I can't do nothing more

You got it
You're hoarding Pepto-Bismol
You leave me dark and dismal
Life's just so abysmal

My ulcer
There's not that kind of time
I'm just not feeling fine
I think

Chorus:
She could bend a sword in her hand
She could rule a big foreign land
Her cookin's always spicy not bland
Her escape pod's already manned/And then she'll form a rock'n'roll band
She could bend a sword in her hand

There's many stories I know
This one's as good

Get on up
Get back down

See the light
Like a sign on the highway
Tellin' you
Congestion ahead
No room
For anybody don't see my way
No room
When you're dead

Chorus:
The road to Hell is bumper to bumper
Beat 'em down with their long correction ro

The day when MTV started I thought I was in heaven and I'd died Videoes well-suited my short attention span Got my first cocaine snort and I was wired

I spent my life in the early Eighties When Reagan and the Smurfs were here to stay I'm a child of the Me Generation Self-indulgent shit fil