GoGo Gadget Babymaker

Go go gadget babymaker
Go go gadget babymaker

This gentrified, Electrified
Contraption’s up for action

Go go gadget babymaker
Go go gadget babymaker

This death defying, Petrifying
Gizmo’s gonna blow

It wasn’t made to mash potato
Wasn’t made to hammer nails
It wasn’t made to break up boulders
It was made to make ya wail

It wasn’t made to please Miss Molly
But oh good golly, how it did
It was made to teach this planet’s
Women how to squirm and skid

Go go gadget babymaker
Go go gadget babymaker

This gentrified, Electrified
Contraption’s up for action

Go go gadget babymaker
Go go gadget babymaker

This inseminating Penetrator’s
Ready to Explode

VAAROOOOOOOM,
KAABOOOOOOOOOM!

Go go gadget babymaker

Witch Doctor Disco Dancer

Voodoo the dog
Voodoo the twist
Voodoo the fever
Voodoo the swim
Voodoo the cancan
I know you can can
Oh clap your hands and
Voodoo the dance

Witch doctor disco dancer
Witch doctor disco dancer
Well i’m in lurv: L U R V
You best believe....

Well i’m bewitched
You make me itch
You give my it thing
An extra inch
The way you move girl
The way you grove girl
You make my man thang
Wake up and twitch

Witch doctor disco dancer
Witch doctor disco dancer
Well i’m in lurv: L U R V
You best believe....

When you go chacha chacha
My heart goes baba baba
I got a muscle that moves
When you come shuffling through
When you go chacha chacha
My heart goes baba baba
Cus I’m in lurv With you

Witch doctor disco dancer
Shit hot witch doctor dancer
Well i’m in lurv: L U R V
You best believe....

Witch doctor disco dancer
Shit hot witch doctor dancer
Well i’m in lurv: L U R V
And you lurv me

Attack of the Fifty Foot Frankenbride

20.000 Leagues Under the sheets
20.000 volts under her bolts
20.000 metric tonnes of fun
My fifty foot frankenbride makes me cum

Attack, attack
Attack of my fifty foot frankenbride
Attack, attack, Get back, get back,
Attack of my fifty foot frankenbride

20.000 beads of sweat on her legs
20.000 double D measurement chest
20.000 fathom capacity fanny
For my 20.000 depth charged speed seed daemons

Attack, attack
Attack of my fifty foot frankenbride
Attack, attack Get back, get back,
Attack of my fifty foot frankenbride

20.000 millimetres hip to hip
20.000 suckers on each of her lips
20.000 men have tried to tame her
But I’m my frankenbride’s creator

Attack, attack
Attack of my fifty foot frankenbride

Attack, attack Get back, get back,
Attack of my fifty foot frankenbride

CycleDyke Blues

I got dry lips, Doc,

And finger tips that tremble,

I get weak at the knees

When I see how she’s assembled,

She’s the sweetest peach I ever seen

But she just aint that in to me,

Well I don’t know what to do

With my cycle dyke blues.

She’s the archetypal

Motor cycle queen all

Buckles, boots and kitty suits

I’m done for,

That girl she gives me heart attack,

All dressed up like a vampire bat

Well I don’t know what to do

With my cycle dyke blues.

I don’t sleep right, Doc,

My heart beat’s done gone tripled,

And I chew through pants

With my king kong ding dong dribble,

I wanna be her blistered twister mat

But she says she just aint in to that,

Well I don’t know what to do

With my cycle dyke blues.

Be my thigh high buckle booted buckaroo tonight

Be my thigh high buckle booted buckaroo tonight

Be my frantic panting panty antic pride

Be my thigh high buckle booted buckaroo tonight

She’s the orchard of my aching eyes,

But she don’t get undressed for guys

Well I don’t know what to do

With my cycle dyke blues.

Science Friction

Gimme green girls, gimme science friction.

Gimme green girls, gimme science friction.

Gimme heavenly babes in shades of grey,

Gimme ET’s ETA.

Gimme green girls, gimme science friction.

Gimme green girls, gimme science friction.

I am done with all these earthly girlies,

Gimme dates in outer space.

I love that slime tight silver dress

I love those seven slender legs,

I love that funny smelling skin

Oh, show me where and show me in.

I wanna sow my oats in places,

Occupied by other races,

I wanna spray my milky way from

My fuckphonic super ray gun.

Gimme green girls, gimme science friction.

Gimme green girls, gimme science friction.

Gimme babes in heavenly shades of grey,

Gimme ET’s ETA.

Mojo.

The monarchy’s in mourning,
Every queen and every corgi,
Every princess has been seen to sob and cry.
Every starlet, every harlet,
Every daughter oughtta keep
A minuets silence with the NWI.
Governmental scientists,
Are working day and night on this,
Anthropologists won’t say if we’ll survive,
Without me in the gene pool,
There’s a half a million people,

In this city with a sadness in their eyes;

My Mojo’s gone missing.
Thanks to thirty six weeks of bad JooJoo,
A hand full of Yanks and a Crank’s BooHoo...

Oysters offer themselves up to me,
Doctors feed me aniseed,
Aphrodite’s placed white lilies at my feet.
Rhinos amputate their noses,
Tigers hand me panda bones,
I got one of every Chinese remedy;

My Mojo’s gone missing.
Thanks to thirty six weeks of bad JooJoo,
A hand full of Yanks and a Crank’s BooHoo...

Witch doctors and voodoo priests,
Whatever you can do, do please,
To fix the biggest threat that’s facing woman kind.
Councillors can’t crack it,
Psychologists cant unwrap it
There are therapists to terrified to try,

It’s a mystery and more than that, a crime!

My Mojo’s gone missing.
Thanks to thirty six weeks of bad joojoo,
A hand full of Yanks and a Crank’s BooHoo,
Preacher’s wives, priestesses, this effects you too...

My Mojo’s gone.

Jacqui

Jacqui exits the strip club, zips up her coat,
Picks up her brown leather bag full of clothes,
Hundreds of pairs of underwear stare,
Up at Jacqui like rags full of holes,
Maybe tomorrow, she thinks to herself,
She’ll take the cash she got stashed and just go;
Russia, Alaska or anywhere cold,
Any country she has to wear clothes.

She’s sick of the stench of the warm leatherette,
Sick of the smell of the stale cigarettes,
Sick of the pricks that start dripping with sweat,
From hiding, disguising whatever’s erect;
They sit on their hands producing saliva,
Shifting their pants as their trousers get tighter,
Desperately thinking of some way to find a
Woman like Jacqui who will let them inside her.

Well, maybe tomorrow, she thinks to herself,
She’ll take the cash she got stashed and just go,
Russia, Alaska, or anywhere cold,
Any country she has to wear clothes.
Or tomorrow’s tomorrow, she thinks to herself,
As she’s done for a month of last nights,
Russia, Alaska, she don’t really know,
I’ll ask her next time and she might.

Lorretta

Monday he met her all glitter and smiles,

Yellow hair and a Marilyn mole,

Her skin was the colour of a country with sun,

Not that Loretta ever did go.

On Tuesday he went in and saw her again,

She worked in crummy old bar,

A ten minute walk from his crumbling home,

With a stench of cheap sweat and cigars.

Lotti, Loretta, call her whatever you want to she’s not gonna hear,

The music’s too loud and even without she’s been diced up and sliced ear to ear.

By midweek he loved her like nothing he knew,

Wednesday night was the night he would ask her,

He sucked up his guts and marched up to the bar,

He said ‘marry me!’, she died of laughter.

On Thursday he purchased electrical tape,

Several tea towels some sheets and a saw,

‘I’m no fucking joke’ was his slogan that day,

And he walked out to meet her once more.

Lotti, Loretta, call her whatever you want to she’s not gonna hear,

the music’s too loud and even without she’s been diced up and sliced ear to ear.

Loretta woke Friday, battered and gagged,

Blood on the front of her dress,

She gurgled and purred and she bubbled and squeaked,

And she squirmed like a loose sack of rats.

For two days he kept her, the coroner says,

Until sometime on Saturday night,

'I’m no fucking joke' he said one final time,

Before slicing her throat left to right.

Lotti, Loretta, call her whatever you want to she’s not gonna hear,

the music’s too loud and even without she’s been diced up and sliced ear to ear.

He worked through the Sabbath day, hacking and slashing,

Cracking her limbs with an axe,

He split up her trunk up into movable chunks,

And then stuffed every lump into sacks.

A week ago Lotti was glitter and smiles,

Yellow hair and a Marilyn mole,

Her skin was the colour of a country with sun,

Not that Loretta ever did go.