Boom Bang

Sick and tired, all hay-wired, fever that’s for sure
Moon, lune girl erection for a cure

Boom bang, shotgun man
I said I feel as if I’m dead
Cos I got those TV nudes
Running through my head

Scratch scratch, old Tom cat
Screaming every night
He’s going round smelling every one-eyed she-cat in sight

Full grown, big yellow moon
Excite me awful bad
But it make all the girls come running
Cause they like it mad

Sick and tired, all hay-wired, fever that’s for sure
Moon, lune girl erection for a cure

Wang dang, pocket man
Couldn’t even raise a thought
So while passing he would flash till he got caught

Horned toad, rooster crow
But it all add up to just one thing
When the men specie get hot
Then they sure do sing

Sick and tired, all hay-wired, fever that’s for sure
Moon, lune girl erection for a cure

Boom bang, shotgun man
I said I feel as if I’m dead
Cos I got those TV nudes
Running through my head

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