Requested by CircleX Lyrics
[Intro]
My biggest- my biggest issue with your songs is the swearing and inappropriateness
What’s your biggest issue with my songs?
The swearing and inappropriateness
Oh, look, it’s the Loch Ness monster
[Verse 1]
I’ll show up, as requested
Never forgotten, but always detested
And in response to what you suggested
I thought that either way, I’ll still be sweet-breasted
[Verse 2]
I’ll await the arrival, I’ll man the dreamhole
And you, yourself, you can watch the manhole
And someonе should probably feed the high-hole, oh
And when you’rе done, put it in the slut-hole
[Chorus]
No matter what I say, I’ll remain cunctipotent
Despite this song not sounding the most articulate
There ain’t a single hint of explicit
Despite the words potentially sounding illicit
Mishear, well, don’t you ‘mis’ it
[Verse 3]
My feet are cold, bring me a dickpot
And if thy don’t, I dub thee a lobcock
You’re a yesman yuppie and I call you nodgecock
It’s getting too hot now, so handle the petcock
I’m feeling hungry, so show me the kumquat
It’s twatter-light and the coverslut is barely doing squat
So where’d we put it? Maybe in the thumb pot?
So we eat and eat and eat pissasphalt
[Chorus]
And no matter what I say, I’ll remain cunctipotent
Despite this song not sounding the most articulate
There ain’t a single hint of explicit
Despite the words potentially sounding illicit
Mishear, well, don’t you ‘mis’ it
My biggest- my biggest issue with your songs is the swearing and inappropriateness
What’s your biggest issue with my songs?
The swearing and inappropriateness
Oh, look, it’s the Loch Ness monster
[Verse 1]
I’ll show up, as requested
Never forgotten, but always detested
And in response to what you suggested
I thought that either way, I’ll still be sweet-breasted
[Verse 2]
I’ll await the arrival, I’ll man the dreamhole
And you, yourself, you can watch the manhole
And someonе should probably feed the high-hole, oh
And when you’rе done, put it in the slut-hole
[Chorus]
No matter what I say, I’ll remain cunctipotent
Despite this song not sounding the most articulate
There ain’t a single hint of explicit
Despite the words potentially sounding illicit
Mishear, well, don’t you ‘mis’ it
[Verse 3]
My feet are cold, bring me a dickpot
And if thy don’t, I dub thee a lobcock
You’re a yesman yuppie and I call you nodgecock
It’s getting too hot now, so handle the petcock
I’m feeling hungry, so show me the kumquat
It’s twatter-light and the coverslut is barely doing squat
So where’d we put it? Maybe in the thumb pot?
So we eat and eat and eat pissasphalt
[Chorus]
And no matter what I say, I’ll remain cunctipotent
Despite this song not sounding the most articulate
There ain’t a single hint of explicit
Despite the words potentially sounding illicit
Mishear, well, don’t you ‘mis’ it