Big time lovers in a king-size bed,
Small town freaks & the local head
The ding-a-ling girls dive dressed to kill
The boys giggled but they caught it on film
Big Daddy Love took the room downstairs,
There was cats hanging out in their underwear
He said, "It smells funky", but he's back for more
The ninja sex was on the second floor
The ground floor babies love to flip & trip
Up in the attic with the gooby whip
Drowned your sorrows with the friends that you keep
You trashed the garden the fell asleep
Gilbert & George standing on there heads,
Four on the floor & then four in the bed
Daisy Lady come shave our skins,
One's too fat & the other's too thin
Freaky evenings as I recall,
Courtesy of the old snowballs
Felt tip tripping with the marker sluts,
Tha Fonk Moose done drive you nuts
Sunday night fever & we're totally wired,
Lord Lenny Lutch is just about retired,
We still watch Elvis on the split screen show,
The party's cardy's stone fit to blow
Timothy Leary said to Kenny Sharfe,
"I think you need another cheeky half"
We've got Chris Eubank with the serious shit,
As your attorney I advise you to quit
Garfield on the sofa with the freaks galore,
The Diceman hit him & he rolled a four
He dug the kid's style and he's friend the roach,
We've got fear & loathing on the Southern Coast,

It's the big time, (gonna get by, by, by,)
It's the big time, (Totally fried, fried, fried)