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| Pervert, Dirty Creep I was born to the family of Katherine and Joe, My brothers used to dance for the money they'd throw, Papa would beat us whenever he could, Played in bars and strip clubs, until we made good. Pervert, dirty creep, I hear it from the people all around, They call me pervert, dirty creep But every night when I bring the boys around, Send their folks out of town. Picked up a boy from the ferris wheel, Gave him a drink, sent his mom to Brazil, He was just twelve, I was forty-one, Showed a little porno, Snedden would have jailed me if he knew what I'd done. Pervert, dirty creep, I hear it from the people all around, They call me pervert, dirty creep, But every night when I bring the boys around, Send the folks out of town. I never had schoolin' but I taught him well, With my moonwalking style, Three years later I'm a man in trouble, And I'm going to jail for a while, ye-hah! Going to make some convict smile, ye-hah! They were cloned in a test tube for Wacko Jacko, Their papa went to jail where he learned how to blow, Nannies keep them under a hood, And all his silly fans just think he's misunderstood. Pervert, dirty creep, I hear it from the people all around, They call me pervert, dirty creep, But every night when I bring the boys around, Send the folks out of town. Written by PTown33636 |
| Hotel Santa Barbara On the Neverland Choo-choo, cool wind in my hair, Warm smell of the zebras, rising up through the air, Up ahead in the distance, I saw a pale scary sight. My heart beat quicker as he grabbed his crotch, And said, "Please stay for the night." As he stood in the doorway, I was feeling unwell, And I was thinking to myself, "Why did I ever come to this hell?" Then he lit up a candle and sent my parents away. There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say........ Welcome to the Hotel Santa Barbara, Such a lovely place, Such a scary face. Plenty of rooms at the Hotel Santa Barbara, So why is he, sleeping here with me? His mind is definitely twisted, he's gone around the bends. He got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that he calls friends. How they cry in the bathroom, fear dripping sweat. Some cry to remember, some cry to forget. So I called up the Dee Ayy, "He is giving me wine." He said, "We've tried to get the goods on him, for a long, long time." And still his voice is calling from far away, Wakes me up in the middle of the night, Just to hear him say......... Welcome to the Hotel Santa Barbara, Such a lovely place, Such a scary face. He's livin' it up at the Hotel Santa Barbara, What a big surprise, all his alibis. Mirrors on the ceiling, The Jesus Juice on ice, And he said "You are just a prisoner here, of my sick device." And in the Judge's Courtroom, They had an evidence feast. They tried to get him with the cold hard facts, But they couldn't convict the beast. Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door, But he had the bedroom locked, No bedroll on the floor. "Relax," said the Wacko, "Who do you think they'll believe?" "You can try to blame me all you like," "But you can never leave!" Written by PTown33636 |
