Form of Intellect
Sophisticated slave trade rhythmically admired
Give me a punctual bliss
He's in love with a velvet glove
Soon he'll feel the fist
His senses are reeling
He can't sit still
He's got that same old feeling
The same old thrill
The same old thrill
Goose flesh, giggling, stimulating scenes
Pleasure is a means to the end
Hedonistic high time
He can't get enough
Physical encounters can offend
Drinking like a fish out of water high and dry
When there's no tomorrow he doesn't even try
Don't take a walk, when it's easier to run
Don't take it easy
No
Give me a punctual bliss
He's in love with a velvet glove
Soon he'll feel the fist
His senses are reeling
He can't sit still
He's got that same old feeling
The same old thrill
The same old thrill
Goose flesh, giggling, stimulating scenes
Pleasure is a means to the end
Hedonistic high time
He can't get enough
Physical encounters can offend
Drinking like a fish out of water high and dry
When there's no tomorrow he doesn't even try
Don't take a walk, when it's easier to run
Don't take it easy
No
Tiul The Chickens
So some say she got green enough field,
And some say she got too many strings,
With petticoats out and goin' hall gown.
The sweetest nylon no not where she's gone,
Gonna raise his tail and wraggle his wings.
Some say she got plenty of stockings,
Some say she got some divas and Kramer,
Why all this spare then shaking her tail.
The sweetest nylon no not where she's gone,
Gonna raise his tail and wraggle his wings,
Until the little chicken come home.