Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Geri Gigolo , by - Ashok. Song from the album Plans, in the genre ДжазRelease date: 08.04.2007
Record label: About, Filthy Lucre
Song language: English
Geri Gigolo |
| You can’t call me anytime |
| I’ll be waiting by the phone at the old folks home… |
| I had a mild stroke of genius… She had a heart attack! |
| Wearing the seediest waxed anorak |
| Smoothing out the creases |
| Creating balance |
| Put together a thesis on the life long challenge |
| Pulling out my penis |
| The lady screamed! |
| To call me cock heinous |
| I called her mean, pulled out the green |
| Smoken the fiend out and told her lean |
| This ain’t the type og light that I lit when I set the scene! |
| You’re wearing to many clothes so respect the theme |
| I know the set not wet but wet’s the dream! |
| Let’s not upset the techs who select the beans for this |
| Triple X, direct, sex machine! |
| I like Amphets'. |
| Peps and Textramine! |
| I like fucking with flesh straight |
| Fresh from street scenes! |
| I’m a man of obscene ventures; |
| I’ll fuck the the old lady so hard so guard you’re dentures |
| I’m highly aroused by independent pensioners |
| The stinky stench of wenches wedget on benches |
| I’ll guard the old puddie' from bullies and dark henches |
| And keep on stuckling until mythirst quenches |
| I have a right mind to dig motes and trenches |
| Build a picket sign scribed with two lines |
| The bag-of-bone remains of my geriatric adventures |
| No photographic flashes or moral clashes or lectures! |
| They call me the Geri-Gigolo |
| I don’t sell drugs but I do love the old |
| My diamond studded cross charms believers |
| Playing menopauses into conceivers |
| Cracking the frost, giving them fevers |
| I’ll preach the second comingto the drumming of the beavers |
| Get some yummy grandmummy loving dick-eaters |
| Instead of those you-no-stop-go-dick teasers! |
| You can call me anytime |
| I’ll be waiting by the phone at the old folks home… |
| There are two ways to picture your self: |
| The best or worst |
| The last or first |
| The lucky as fuck or the one who’s cursed! |
| Any situation facing us it’s instantaneous |
| The worst-thing-that-can-happen and future are simultaneous |
| The brainiest will even conform to the simple sameness |
| When broken down the logic abounds with pounds of genius |
| Hear me out: the tactical nemesis isn’t a fall out! |
| It’s invented withthe gratest invention to bring your all out but |
| Religion has abused yhe position for fucking centuries! |
| Hell eternal, flames infernal await sinner’s entries? |
| Fuck what you think you might know |
| Because I’m oblivious |
| Starting with that heaven and hell shit, you serious? |
| If god’s such a fucking fair guy, all nice all kind |
| Then there can’t be an aternal hell |
| For a finite crime |
| What I want to know is what part you made up because |
| Christianity ficked up from day dot! |
| Was it the part |
| Where you scammed the layman for food and taxes |
| Consequentially invent the classist axis? |
| Or the part where you starved the hard up of education |
| Consequentially |
| Cement the segregation |
| Fuck what you think might know because I’m above it all |
| As culpable as cardinals fucked on coke at carnivals |
| And fuck what you think you might know because |
| We’re original |
| Systematically fucker off with pope-like, criminals! |
| You can’t call me anytime |
| I’ll be waiting by the phone at the old folks home… |
| They call me the Geri-Gigolo |
| I don’t sell drugs but I do love the old |
| My diamond studded cross charms believers |
| Playing menopauses into conceivers |
| Cracking the frost, giving them fevers |
| I’ll preach the second comingto the drumming of the beavers! |
| Get some yummy grandmummy loving dick-eaters |
| Instead of those you-no-stop-go |
| Dick teasers! |