Lyrics Big Time - Freak Power

Big Time

Big time lovers in a king-size bed
Small town freaks and 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 and 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 and George standing on there heads
Four on the floor and then four in the bed
Daisy Lady come shave our skins
One’s too fat and 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 and 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 and he rolled a four
He dug the kid’s style and he’s friend the roach
We’ve got fear and loathing on the Southern Coast
It’s the big time, (gonna get by, by, by,)
It’s the big time, (Totally fried, fried, fried.)