Fight Like Apes Hoo Ha Henry
Sing song she saw you up a goat. Like a frigid china cup except you’re an ugly mut.
Can I spend tomorrow drinking cans with you in bed? I’ll spend tomorrow wishing you were someone else instead.
Someone like, Jenny, Johnny, Billy or Taigh. Gerry, Tony, Ricky or Rod.
Anyone with heart disease, anyone with short sleeves, anyone prepared to tease a little more than you. Anyone with heart disease, anyone with short sleeves, prepared to tease a little more than you.
I made a list of all my Sunday friends. Friends, what friends? He’s dead, he’s high on meds, he’s still in bed I could need Ted.
Can I spend tomorrow drinking? Can I spend tomorrow thinking? Can we spend tomorrow killing each other instead?
Anyone with heart disease, anyone with short sleeves, anyone prepared to tease a little more than you. Anyone who will undress, panties or their Sunday best. Anyone who bores me a little more than you. Anyone who will confess that they get off from being stressed, if you have a little less time.
Anyone who whores me, anyone who bores me, anyone who wants me a little less than you.
