Archers Of Loaf - Quinnbeast lyrics

The sound of electric guitar- it puts the Quinnbeast awake She is a secret toy, which I can play I can't even think of a reason to keep it alive Because I know if I do it'll leave me for you in a while, in time Because I can't think when something's wrong And no I can't free to go at all (?) The mighty Quinnbeast And she wants what she gets And she gets what she wants She wants more, more, more, more, more, more, more He's the first in line every time Every time she wants more, more, more, more, more, more Come on dadio, come to your thrashing pole And take your whipping like a man, like a man Come down Guido from your art f*ggot bistro And take off your britches like a man, like a man If you don't, she's from Newark If you don't, then you don't She can't eat you if you don't She can't eat you if you don't (repeat) The mighty Quinnbeast And she wants what she gets And she gets what she wants She wants more, more, more, more, more, more, more He's the first in line every time Every time she wants more, more, more, more The mighty Quinnbeast Come on dadio, come to your thrashing pole And take your beating like a man, like a man Come down Guido from your art f*ggot bistro And take your whipping like a man, like a man She's from Newark if you don't She's from Newark if you don't She can't eat you if you don't She can't eat you if you don't