EFL (SEX AND GOD KNOWS WHAT)

Ego to burn, divorce absolute
As tired and emotional as a newt
A head full of gloss, expensive snot
A compendium 'o' jokes on sex and God knows what
(EFL)
Hey get it up and get 'em down
The fortysummat rug ape hits the town
Overscented but underlaid
Featherlite charisma, retrograde
(EFL)
Says, "A whistling woman and a crowing hen,
They are neither good, no good, for God nor men"
Sauce? My middle name is Bolognese
Got shite for brains but confidence for days
As uncertain as a baby's arse, my disposition brags
It doesn't care if I need two paper bags
(EFL)
Reckon running on full tanks defines a flirt
But, relatively, I won't need too many more clean shirts
I'm rosey eyed with rock 'n' rigmarole, my faithful wife
And I carve my meat so thin it tastes of the knife
(EFL)
And round and round and round and round we go again
Sex and God knows what, the heart and soul, Amen

by Robert Lloyd, copyright control