Massage in a Brothel
(Music: The Police / Lyrics:
Masters of Spam)
Just got paid today And I just gotta see
Another lovely babe Who serves no one but me
More tenderness Than any man could bear
C’mon mess with me Until I've had my share
I’ll send an SMS to my girl (2x)
I hope that no one finds out (3x)
Massage in a brothel (3x)
A year has passed since I broke my nose
But I should have known this right from the start Only dope can make me forget her
You can dog your wife But she will kick your arse!
Massage in a brothel (7x)
Walked out this morning Don’t believe what I saw
A hundred billion brothers lined up for the whores
Seems I’m not alone at being alone
A hundred billion fornicators looking for a home
Massage in a brothel (7x)
Sending out an SMS (tig x)
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Garfunkelll
And Simon
(Music: Paul Simon / Lyrics: Masters Of Spam)
One was small, the other tall
They were the ugliest of all
And all of their soft ditties
Made people very sleepy
And the hairdo that was planted on their brains
Still remained
Garfunkelll and Simon
One had a guitar on his lap
But what he did with it was crap
They never used a distortion
They always played with great caution
And that resulted in inaudible concerts
So I never heard
Garfunkelll and Simon
So people tell me I'm lucky
That they never bothered me
'Cause tons of people they promptly died
From committing suicide
'Cause those Sounds of Silence are a main hazard
Thanks to Art
Garfunkelll and Simon
[…What's Art got to say about it?]
"Well, Chevy came and took my pal
And now I have to call him Al
And I never thought that we would split
Just waiting for that one big hit
And sometimes when I'm alone in my dreams
I hear them scream:
Garfunkelll and Simon"
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