Dear Worm Quartet,
You're full of shit.
Your songs are making my ears bleed.
Dear Worm Quartet,
My cats will shread your neck
If you keep singing songs of hate for me.
You don't know a thing about pussy... cats.
If you don't understand my songs.
Cuz the ladies love to hear about pussy... cats
More than Satan and his fucking bong.
Dear Worm Quartet
Shut the fuck up!
My cat songs are well-received
Dear Worm Quartet
They're not Dr. D hits
But who can beat out Sudden Death and Luke Ski
You don't know a thing about pussy... cats.
Though you may have one on your shoulder now.
Cuz the ladies love to hear about pussy... cats
So lighten the fuck up. Don't have a cow.
Dear Worm Quartet
I have other songs to sing
But right now, they are about pussy... cats
Dear Worm Quartet
I think your nipples will be sagging
When I relase What Color Is Your Dragon?
Then you'll find all my songs aren't 'bout pussy... cats.
Well some pussy, but not the type that mews.
Though the ladies love to hear about pussy... cats
I'm afraid this CD is more 'bout hobbit blues.
So shut the fuck up Shoebox
I don't care what you fucking want to hear me sing
They may kick me off the TheFump for too much pussy
But the pussy is what makes my pocketbook ring