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You all think I'm sordid
or a seedy little man
cos I like to pick up street whores
at every chance I can
I like them a bit older
when they really need the cash
I sit there whilst the blow me
just toking on my hash
There's a goblin at my crotch,
She's a 40 year old whore,
Moondust on my table
Keeps calling more and more
Theres a blow-up in my bedroom
My stash of hash is clean
I think I hear a siren
It's time to split the scene
I'm running low on porno
I might pop out for more
and if I still feel horny
maybe another whore
I know just where to find them
They're by the local spar
I skin up in the car park
whilst they blow me in my car
There's a goblin at my crotch,
She's a 40 year old whore,
Moondust on my table
Keeps calling more and more
Theres a blow-up in my bedroom
My stash of hash is clean
I think I hear a siren
It's time to split the scene
Or as aussielong would say, "There's a goblin at my crotch"
now you got me going
Spooky spook
by Eternal Optimist
There's a goblin at my crotch,
She's a 40 year old whore,
Moondust on my table
Keeps calling more and more
Theres a blow-up in my bedroom
My stash of hash is clean
I think I hear a siren
It's time to split the scene
There's a goblin at my window,
A monster by my door.
The pumpkin at my table
Keeps on smiling more and more.
There's a ghost who haunts my bedroom,
A witch whose face is green.
They used to be my family,
Till they dressed for Halloween.
Or as aussielong would say, "There's a goblin at my crotch"
There's a goblin at my window,
A monster by my door.
The pumpkin at my table
Keeps on smiling more and more.
There's a ghost who haunts my bedroom,
A witch whose face is green.
They used to be my family,
Till they dressed for Halloween.
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