Slurry - Funit (Album Cut)
Good times, I'm so readyI met a nice girl, she's my steady
I've got a tight groin, and a pocket of coin
I've got a big glove, I'm gonna fill it with love
Why won't you, say what you mean
I know what you mean
You gotta, have no regrets
Do you have no regrets?
You gotta walk down that line
Tread a fine line, sometimes you fail!
He's a big strong man, with an opaque tan
He's got a sharp tin of fruit
With a Doberman to boot
He's got slicked black hair, with a cow lick
If you look pretty hard, you'll see a 666
He's the man, he's the Candyman
He'll play you on a break
He won't hesitate
Pentecostal sermons, feeding off the vermin
You better bail!
You're in the middle of the ocean
With the waves in motion
Your tinnies leaking water
And you stomach out of order
Your shipmates' freaking out
He's barely there abouts
And you know that ocean liner's
Going to sail right by yer
Ships ahoy, search and deploy
Lead a merry dance, take that chance
I'm a billy goat, you're a cashmere coat
We've got to sail!
Well, you've seen where you've been
And you keep your wheels clean
You've got your eyes on the prize
As the temperatures rise
No amount of hocus pocus
Gonna break the jokers focus
Dip that pinky in
God knows where it's been!
Maybelline, Maybelline
You're my queen, you're in my dreams
Who would know, where you go
Put on your show
Don't pay the ferry man
Don't pay the ferry man
Keep out the middleman
Keep out the middleman
Written by:
Peter Mangan
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