Big time lovers in a king-size bed Small town freaks and the local head The ding-a-ling girls dive dressed to k** The boys giggled but they caught it on film Big Daddy Love took the room downstairs There was cats hanging out in their underwear He said, "It smells funky," but he's back for more The ninja s** was on the second floor The ground floor babies love to flip and trip Up in the attic with the gooby whip Drowned your sorrows with the friends that you keep You trashed the garden the fell asleep Gilbert and George standing on there heads Four on the floor and then four in the bed Daisy Lady come shave our skins One's too fat and the other's too thin Freaky evenings as I recall Courtesy of the old snowballs Felt tip tripping with the marker s*uts Tha Fonk Moose done drive you nuts Sunday night fever and we're totally wired Lord Lenny Lutch is just about retired We still watch Elvis on the split screen show The party's cardy's stone fit to blow Timothy Leary said to Kenny Sharfe "I think you need another cheeky half." We've got Chris Eubank with the serious sh** As your attorney I advise you to quit Garfield on the sofa with the freaks galore The Diceman hit him and he rolled a four He dug the kid's style and he's friend the roach We've got fear and loathing on the Southern Coast It's the big time, (gonna get by, by, by,) It's the big time, (Totally fried, fried, fried.)