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Bongwater - Obscene and Pornographic Art lyrics
Mr. B is out of town and I can't find anyone to have an affair with so I just mosey on down to the metropolitan museum of art to look at all the saders(sp?) with hard-ons they're over there next to the mid-evil armor their bronze muscles flexing and their goat fur loincloths vibrating that little bitty rictor scale looking thingy box that sits in the corner of the controlled environment behind the cold hard glassssss I sit on an imitation neo-classical chair and wait and wait and wait I look into a gilded full length mirror and see my greasy stringy hair and I think oh Hef won't like me like this then I check out that chick Lita with the swan peckin' at her peak (what sounds like "egg tempry")nipples and I say, "hey! what that swan be doin' huh?" "uh huh uh huh" "and why?" "oo" "why?" and how 'bout those plump maidens? those hot cherubic babes being presented to Apollo, Dionysus, Neptune or one of those other well hung Gods huh? what about them stripped bear ass naked like the day they was born with their hands bound by Gollum's whip duly budding blossums ripe and tender to touch just like the lesbians in that 16th century tapestry the one over the harpsichord lookin' just like California Blondes mmmmmmmmmmmmm just then three zephyr jets descend from the sky on an old fashoned deus ex machina singin', "I ain't wearin' any underwear I ain't wearin' any underwear I ain't wearin' any underwear I ain't wearin' any underwear I ain't wearin' any underwear I ain't wearin' any underwear I ain't wearin' any underwear I ain't wearin' any underwear(the last "underwear" is broken down in a quite soulful manner) oh plumes of molten rock rising from Venus' mantle solidify on the crust as plateaus that God looks cute he has a look of studied melancholy and distraction that reminds me of my own (sounds like "preat" but I'm not sure what that means) boyfriend the Al Pacino look-a-like I called my soul gigolo who broke my heart in a hundred places and caused my nervous breakdown that resulted in the most unsuccessful suicide attempt involving 42 Phenobarbital where I slept for two days and woke up and luckily lived long enough to reach my sexual peak I wonder what ever happened to him? |
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