Young boy get out of my mind
I can't stop thinking of your behind
Better run boy
Don't be my love toy
With all the charms of a pre-teen
Your hairless body turns me on
Come to the altar son
And pour some wine, wow you look fine
Oh look! My vestment's come undone, oh
Young boy get out of my mind
I can't stop thinking of your behind
Better run boy
don't be my love toy
Beneath your short pants and undies
I'm praying there's some hidden pelf
I know I'll rot in hell
Forever more, and that's for sure
But I just can't control myself,oh
Young boy get out of my mind
I can't stop thinking of your behind
Better run boy
Don't be my love toy
So hurry home to your pappa
But shut your mouth and dry your tears
Get out of here
Before the Bishop sees, my full disease
I might get canned in 30 years,oh
Young boy get out of my mind
I can't stop thinking of your behind
Better run boy
Don't be my love toy
(c)2011Squire Malloy. All Rights Resarved
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
The Bimbo Infection (Parody of "The Rainbow Connection" by Sarah Mclachlan)
Why do the newswomen, all look like bimbos?
Bimbos have curves they can’t hide
Short skirts and v-necks, get them the ratings
Networks are beaming with pride
What’s so amazing, about young men gazing
At women so scantily clad?
The Nielsens and hemlines, both go up together
And corporate big-wigs are glad
Turn on the business news, to try and make money
You get go-go girls instead
Most are quite buxom, they’re slender and slinky
But nothing’s inside their head
We all watch the news then, cause you never know when
A "wardrobe malfunction" may come
They’re spiel isn’t witty, but as long as they’re pretty
We don’t give a damn that they’re dumb
All of us under their spell
Maybe their looks are hypnotic
Have you seen sports shows, they go in the lockers
What are they doing down there?
Guys stare and whistle, and then they file law suits
Some become millionaires
We’ve watched it too many times to ignore it
Skin is what we like to see
Someday we’ll cure it, the bimbo infection
The eunuchs, the gay guys, and me
(c)2011Squire Malloy. All Rights Reserved
Bimbos have curves they can’t hide
Short skirts and v-necks, get them the ratings
Networks are beaming with pride
What’s so amazing, about young men gazing
At women so scantily clad?
The Nielsens and hemlines, both go up together
And corporate big-wigs are glad
Turn on the business news, to try and make money
You get go-go girls instead
Most are quite buxom, they’re slender and slinky
But nothing’s inside their head
We all watch the news then, cause you never know when
A "wardrobe malfunction" may come
They’re spiel isn’t witty, but as long as they’re pretty
We don’t give a damn that they’re dumb
All of us under their spell
Maybe their looks are hypnotic
Have you seen sports shows, they go in the lockers
What are they doing down there?
Guys stare and whistle, and then they file law suits
Some become millionaires
We’ve watched it too many times to ignore it
Skin is what we like to see
Someday we’ll cure it, the bimbo infection
The eunuchs, the gay guys, and me
(c)2011Squire Malloy. All Rights Reserved
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