Lounge

Okay, all you pus suckin’ big-rig truckers out there
It's time to win a chance to hump day
Your daughter's tight virginia slim jack
To caller number 666

The urge is too much to take

All I can think about is playin solo

It's time to masticate

Well I've got my ‘New Yorker’ and I don't need nothin' else


Ginger, Ginger


My hand gets tired and my leg gets sore

But the girls of pr0n want more

So, I flip through the pages one more time

And I just let the spirit fly

Yeah, yeah, yeah


A quarter for a day game

A private booth or talkin’ to a lovely lady

Triple S video

976 and I can speak it on the phone


Nobody's home, I'm alone

‘The Devil in Miss Jones’

Nobody's home, I'm alone

Asia and John Holmes


We got gushin' riverbeds, tinglin’ flianges

Hairy chest and unkempt bushes

M&M, Twine and String

Pregnant ladies with Lovely glows

We got desk jobs and coffee tweaks

Finger snaps and slappin' palms

We got train cars, railroads goin and both ways

And lots of young studs for all you houses


We got interest in 401ks too

We got Sade and ‘The Sweetest Taboo’

We got girls who'll eat your peas and beans

And guys who'd love to shine your shoe


There's jingle bells, hobos and shaved Movembers

And D vitamin mammas with so much Steve

Senior citizens who love to watch

And sniff those skid marks from your asphalt, yeah


Ain't got no woman next to me

I just got this magazine

And what's on the TV screen

But that's okay with me


My hand gets tired and my leg gets sore

But the girls of pr0n want more

So I flip through the pages one more time

And I just let the spirit fly

Yeah, yeah, yeah


I was trained to love you, baby

I, I, I, I was trained to love you, baby

I, I, I was trained to love you, baby

I, I, I, I was trained to love you, baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah


Names changed to protect the innocent