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lyrics
Longusto: My condition all started in Prague/ When I went over to visit the visitor's strip bar/ Largeing in Braha 1, shopping for honeys/ With a pocket full of woppers and the monopoly money/ And I go through the brothel door/ Ballsy and cock-sure/ Ready for a drink and a lot more/ Propositioning the women sitting within the vicinity of me, I'm trying to speak with a dropped jaw/ I pick one of them/ Pay the cashier, then I disappear up to the room for a lot of fun/ We get there/ 10 seconds later we're bare on the bed with her legs in the air/ The only problem was that when I got down to it couldn't do it cos my knob had gone soft/ Now she's laughing, slagging me off/ And now I gone gone flaccid and I can't get it up...
El: I found her out of work, I'm astounded by the round arse/ Half classy girl with a foul mouthed laugh/ She allowed me to take her out, thought my luck was heading up/ Picked her up, threw some quips, great, I didn't fuck it up/ Took her out to dinner, laughed over Calamari/ Got the bill, she took my hand and said ' I want to party...'/ I had a couple pills for just such an occasion/ Went to Audio and hit the floor like we were raving/ So high I'm nearly shaking, we left to head back/ We made it to my flat but I'm fucked I said 'in fact.../ Perhaps I'll make us tea! Play some tracks I made in 93/ Show some baby photos, smoke a joint of this Jamaican weed'/ She became impatient, in my head is where it's taking me/ In the end she went to bed, I stayed up staring vacantly/ Too high to try it on, my aphrodisiac was wack/ Please just keep it quiet that I acted like a twat...
Jon: Paul, can you hold my pint a second?
El: Mate, didn't you just go?..
BAAARF!
Jon: Better out than in/ I give my mouth a rinse and plow into the crowd again/ Encountering...Pow, her in the blouse with prim countenance/ Bouncing like something found up in a house of sin/ We hit it off at top speed/ She's bossy but that don't bother me/ Not even her autopsy doctor degree/ She asked me back for coffee so provocatively/ And while we leave they're rocking ' You got what I need..'/ It's looking promising, we stop for a proper kiss/ But something's wrong with it.../ (urgh!) Forgot I vomited/ It's not a problem miss, I got the strong mints!/ But then I trod in dogshit, lost my confidence/ I'm thinking mayday!/ Explain i'm fading away/ Arrange to meet later again at a cafe in the lanes..../Where I wait in vain, what a lame jane!/ But then retracing the way I came, I pass another place with the same name.
