Hug of Death

No child likes their great aunt
Especially not her breath
Smelling fags and sherry, here it comes
The reviled Hug of Death

No Canadian likes fighting a bear
Especially not on meth
Great balls of fury, here it comes
The reviled Hug of Death

Nobody likes a suicidal wife
Especially not MacBeth
Her corpse in his arms, here it comes
The reviled Hug of Death

Fabby Tits Galore

There's a great voluptuous woman
Going about town
She has her eyes on a hundred men
With fifty seven down

She is Fabby Tits Galore
Always leaves you wanting more
What goes on behind closed doors
Everybody knows

She's been to 'most every nation
Doing filthy things with man's instigation
Depending on your intonation
She'll do anything you ask

Because she is Fabby Tits Galore
Always leaves you wanting more
What goes on behind closed doors
Everybody knows

Friday Night Cock Thrills

As much as I like seeing attractive women
Walking down the street
They make me feel less timid
So I can stand on my own two feet

But there's this harsh reality
That, down my spine, gives me chills
That all they're really doing is looking
For their Friday night cock thrills.