the scene, (get on up), like a sex machine, (get on up) Get up, (get on up) Get up, (get on up) Stay on the scene, (get on up), like a sex machine, (
on it My little baby is a sex machine My little baby does it just like I want it My little baby is a sex machine Start her motor Rev her up slowly and
Get up, get on up Stay on the scene, like a sex machine Wait a minute! Shake your arm, then use your form Stay on the scene like a sex machine
Get up Get on up Stay on the scene Get on up Like a sex machine Get on up Get up Get on up Get up Get on up Stay on the scene Get on up Like a sex machine
(konishi) Translators: jun yamashiro and david kamil Futari no kankei Futari no system Futari no keiyaku Futari no bouryoku Futari wa aishiatte Nikushimiai
is a sex machine Sex machine Sex machine My little baby is a sex machine Sex machine Sex machine My little baby is a sex machine
Join the cubs, see the world Pay your subs, meet the girls Sell your toys be reborn They love a boy in uniform 37 wasted years Closeting his greatest
When Harry met Bob Bob was an anarchist Harry had a job Working for the government Married to the M.O.D. Bob, he chose Adidas Harry found God Bobby lost
I've lost a truly special friend I swear I'll never drink again I'd like to talk to you alone If I could walk, I'd walk you home I'd like to kiss you
He is the People's poet and all the people know it They've read his published stories in public lavatories In town and country locals he's Mr. Antisocial
Princess resuscitates drowning tramp Big business infiltrates postage stamp Happy days are here again And it's a gas man, oh boy And we will enjoy ourselves
You win some and you lose some And I've lost the will to lose With my part time job and my faith in God Falling on a bruise And this no star bed and
Conspiracy theory number one Jesus was a man from Mars The stable was a pub called the Rising Sun And the three wise men arrived in cars Conspiracy theory
Kids are playing gangster wars They don't believe in Santa Claus The baseball bats are soft of course The blood is just tomato sauce As icebergs go,
One of these days you'll get away from London town Causing chaos and delay on the underground I'll read your letter as I pass away the time Stuck in a
?Bloodsport for all?, said Corporal Flash And shoved me in a room full of C.S. gas Stuck me in a wet-suit to dry off in the sun And fed me pet food, Kit
There was November in your eyes There'd be no pennies for the guys There were fireworks over London But you weren't among them anymore When it got darker