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Stop you fucking cock
It’s time for old-school high school pop punk rock
It’s time for perky party songs, virgin teeny cunts
Teenage high school pussy punks
No long hair, no beard growth, no wieners, WE’RE OLD-SCHOOL!
No tight pants restraining our balls
No screaming, no weeping, no breakdowns, WE’RE OLD-SCHOOL!
No circle pits, no deathly walls
Pause little exhausted cock
It’s time for old-school high school pop punk rock
It’s time for cheesy sunset songs, making out, getting drunk
At beach parties all night long
Fuck tunnels, fuck cleavages, fuck sounding like boy bands
Fuck every tone that’s in tune
Fuck parents, fuck teens who are too young to fuck with
Fuck each law and every rule, FUCK YOU!
We bring back those days, which were happy and gay
When pop-punk did prevail
We shit on all rules, being sassy and do
Those things that pop punks do
We fart, burp in public, we pick our noses
We walk around with taken down pants
We jaywalk, play truant, we wear gaudy clothes
Let everybody watch our bare ass
We’re here to have fun and of cause to get famous
And maybe for some willing girls
We’re cheeky, we’re young so tell who wants to blame us?
It’s time for our songs to infect this world
(Sassy skating old-school high school virgin surfing teenage pussy punks)
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The Sexy Mum Hypothesis
03:33
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All these guys tell stories everyone can tell
All these girls are boring deep under their shell
‘Cause everyone knows that these chicks are those
Whose daughters were who we first chose
I won’t forget first time my girl took me home
I was so proud that I could call her my own
Would her parents like me, would they show me the door?
But as her mum smiled, I swear, I never felt like this before
Are these real? Let me feel! Stuttering and sweating…
‘Cause her sex appeal took control over me!
Every time, I swear, I returned to my girl
I was hoping she would cross my way
When we got laid, it was her in my head
And my yearning grew with every day
Who can blame boys? They must appease their desire
Victims of drive, ensnared by those they admire
Girls, so green and innocent, they’re twisting my head
But it’s the women, so mature, I bet who’s crazy in bed
Can’t decide what feels right, salad or roll
How will I ever find the woman of my life?
‘Cause every time, I swear, I returned to my girl
I was hoping she would cross my way
When we got laid, it was her in my head
And my yearning grew with every day
Every time, I swear, I returned to my girl
I got nervous when she crossed my way
I felt like an ass and I should have left
But the desperate boy in me made me stay
Years have passed, it’s long time over
Sometimes I still think about her
Don’t know really how to feel
Heard her boobs have not been real
I wonder if it made a difference
But I have enough
Women, get it, fake boobs fucking turn me off!
Every time, I swear, I returned to my girl
I was hoping she would cross my way
When we got laid, it was her in my head
And my yearning grew with every day
Boys, you can’t prepare, MILFs will always be there
The forbidden fruit of maturity
Daughters, beware, when your guys start to stare
‘Cause that’s how it’s always gonna be
It always will be…
Always gonna be…
It always will be…
It always will be…
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Three Days in Heaven
04:05
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Never figured out that game, never liked it
You laid down the rules and dragged me in
Without a chance to win
Three days that I held out in vain (waiting for nothing)
In the end I screwed it up like everything
This stories suck
I’ve been too blind
To read between those famous lines
How can one loose
Without a bet
Before the curtain seals the end?
Nights so mild and this ambience behind
Memories that haunt my mind
All I’ve been, losing all my self-esteem
Seemed unworthy by your side
Leading actors in my play, ain’t it stupid?
Let’s repeat yesterday, and I will grow up
All years that I held out in vain (waiting for nothing)
But in my dreams she still appears
Nights so mild and this ambience behind
Memories that haunt my mind
All I’ve been, losing all my self-esteem
Seemed unworthy by your side
Maybe I overact
And maybe I regret things I’ve never done
Maybe I have to confess that this life goes on
And I cannot curse a story never penned
But I’ll read it till the end again and again!
Nights so mild and this ambience behind
Wish I never had to hide
All I’ve been, losing all my self-esteem
Seemed unworthy by your side
Still I am
Can’t pretend
Won’t share this memories again
Stories must end
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Friday Time Machine
03:53
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When did all those years pass by?
Of all those obligations in my mind
Falling in love seems to be the hardest
And when I’m running out of steam
I step into my Friday time machine
Get back to where our memories once started
And I travel on and on and on and on
Till the aftermath is gone
Why can’t they just let me be?
Let me rehabilitate for society?
How can I hide my superficial needs?
When cute girls always teach me superficiality!
Generate new memories
And one day all the old ones let you be
Just get a random girl to start with
But as the end of the week draws near
All I’ve learned instantly disappears
As my tempting past habits are calling
And I travel on and on and on and on
Till the aftermath is gone
Why can’t they just let me be?
Let me rehabilitate for society?
How can I hide my superficial needs?
When cute girls always teach me superficiality!
Boys, when abstinence makes them blind
Those Girls are harder to find
Who get all their demands satisfied
And girls, though they keep trying so hard
Are not worth their tiniest flaw
And you ask, “Is it worth trying for?”
And I’ll travel on and on and on and on
Till the aftermath is gone
Why can’t they just let me be?
Let me rehabilitate for society?
How can I hide my superficial needs?
When cute girls always teach me superficiality!
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Lying here pooped, it was a damn sweaty affair
Her glance tells me she feels alike while she’s twiddling with my hair
Hell, is she so hot? ‘Cause something’s bemusing my mind
The sun shining right in here makes me pondering inside
Is it just me who thinks so or does every fucking guy
That the most exhausting thing is a nice fuck in summertime?
Next day hanging out not wasting any thought on it
My pal called me for a talk with him, he sounded very ruminative
We met at Mr. Width, I was prepared for anything
But not for what he asked me, he wondered why I kept smiling
Is it just him supposing it or do I too opine
That the most exhausting thing is a nice fuck in summertime?
Woho, woho, woho, wohoo, woho, woho, woho, wohoo...
A nice fuck in summer is always exhausting
A nice fuck however is better than scrubbing yeah!
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Fucking Her into Love
04:31
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Always been the same when we met
Going out – getting drunk – going home – getting laid
Constant eagerness and craving in our heads
It was more than just addiction, it was everything we had
And she knew how to take the reins
Every night he stood his ground, though each morning it did pain
When she sweetly spoke out her magic word
She knew I could not resist and this is why it still hurts
Maybe it’s done, I lost the run
But there is one thing left she taught me
I must confess that I can’t regret that day we met
I hope that no one will ever take on with me
And she, she won’t ever forget
“It has never been like this,” she said
She always proved me and I took her high
Now it’s over and I can’t conceive why…
And each time I drove back to her
There was always need for talk, but we knew what we preferred
Maybe it was our love elixir
Maybe it sealed our end and that’s always been my fear
Okay it’s done, now that she’s gone
But there is one thing left she taught me
I must confess that I can’t regret that day we met
I hope that no one will ever take on with me
And don’t forget my eyes
And I will bear in mind your glance there in my bed
Your glance there in my bed…
You, you should never forget!
“It has never been like this,” you said
Sell me some mercy and I will attest
I never tried to fuck your ass!
Sell me some mercy and I will attest
In the end I have fucked you the best!
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