A Trip To Tre Cool's Thoughts

I was bored as hell and Billie and Mike were busy so they couldn't come over to my house to have some fun.

So I decided to write some dirty song like my previous "Like A Rat Does Cheese".

After a good hour of thinking I finally ended my piece of art.

I fixed it here and there and then I called my old friend Stephen Lynch who helped me with the music.

I gave him all the credit 'cause he's such a young and lovely boy.

This is what came out, anyway:

Talk To Me

I came down to the breakfast table,
felt like I could cry.
I tried so hard but wasn't able
to look you in the eye
'cause I am feeling so much shame,
yes I have bought disgrace,
can tell I've soiled my good name
by the look upon your face...

Well, it seems last night you caught me spankin' it,
no use denyin' it, I was really crankin' it,
it wasn't my fault and it wouldn't be so bad
if you could just forgive me,
and talk to me, Dad.

I didn't hear you eneter, no, I didn't hear the door,
with my hand upon my member and my pants upon the floor,
now burnt into your brain is an image you dispise,
like blood and guts and starving kids and Stevie Wonder's eyes.

Well, it seems last night you caught me spankin' it,
no use denyin' it, I was really crankin' it,
well, dry your eyes, don't be so sad,
but I wouldn't use those tissues,
they've already been had.

The look upon your face make my swollen gland diminish
so I said: "could you close the door? I really wanna finish"
so daddy, I'm ashamed and I completely understand
if you never wanna hug again or even shake my hand,

Well, it seems last night you caught me spankin' it,
no use denyin' it, I was really crankin' it,
well, dry your eyes, don't be so sad,
just because it was your bed,
it's not bad... talk to me Dad!

When I was only 17 you told me it was dirty
so it must be really creepy when your kid is pushing 30,
but you cannot tell me, Dad, that you have never had a whack
at the thing that hangs below your belt and bumps into your sack!