In a bar Johnny drinks Johnny drinks Johnnie Walker Runs up a bill he can't pay He's drinking to the memory Of a prince in a paupers grave And it's go
Now, Sheriff Fatman started out In business, a granny farmer He was infamous for fifteen minutes And he appeared on Panorama But then he somehow got
Don't kiss me quick I'm about to be sick All over my favorite shoes If you pin back my tongue With a stapling gun It won't stop me from singing the blues
I'm in love with my wife Doublebeds, The Lemonheads Scrambled eggs and life Let's make it open season On all the racists and the bigots And their chums
Cheer up, it might never happen Drive by shootings on the streets of Clapham Jackboots booting right across the map And daddy's gone 'a looting with his
AND JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE All night, show it, just you and the crowd Doing tricks you never seen And I bet that I can make you believe In love and sex and
hot with your energy I'll get you going faster Sex machine You put me on top of my ecstasy We're heading for disaster Sex machine You're my sex machine
you're an hour late And the sleep's still in your eyes Well, a few too many from the night before Has got you feelin' low Well, the Sex Machine is really
ya, everybody When push comes to shove We know what Michael Jackson can do with that glove Somebody throw him a Pepsi And one for Billie Jean Now light a match for the sex machines
roll All the insomniacs are gettin' ready to rock When the Wild Ones take control So, if you're stayin' up late, don't hesitate 'Cause the Sex Machine
Pepperoni, sourdough and mozzarella cheese Black olives, chives and anchovies Gino's, Pizza Hut and Peter Piper Well, throw me a slice and bring a pitcher
Well, Santa's makin' toys for all the girls 'n' boys Even for their parents so they can get their joys So I wrote him a letter and nothin' could be better
CHORUS Six pack beauty queen Six pack beauty queen Fattest girl I ever seen She's my six pack beauty queen End of the night, I wanna take her home Seven
You're into fashion Oh, yeah, but I'm into jeans You're into martinis But I'm into pop machines CHORUS You love romantic nights But honey, love and satin
go to no fancy mall It's the Blue Light Special, and man, that's all Steak and lobster, don't need that jive Hamburger Helper keeps me alive Stand in line at the money machine
it on the line And your body tastes like fire and ice With another push I'm gonna... get it inside [Chorus:] Sex religion Sex religion machine Let me
the scene, (get on up), like a sex machine, (get on up) Get up, (get on up) Get up, (get on up) Stay on the scene, (get on up), like a sex machine, (