Cunny Grope Lane Songtext / Lyric

Somebody hold their hands out

Coz my mind has gone

I'm walking through all the debris

Coz my kite have gone

You can't get through



Prop up your eggs and bacon

With your silver spoon

I saw you play Old Medusa

In the dungeon room

You can't get through






You've! Got it! On the brain!

Go pop your cherry down Grope Cunny Lane

Crowns! Shatter! King of Spain!

You'll lose your mind down at Grope Cunny Lane



Go get the local doctor

And lets have some fun

I hope I avoid the papers

On the prison run

Can I watch you?



Rank! Mother! City boy!

Dancing around and jumping for joy

Brother! T-shirt! King of Spain!

You'll lose your mind down in Grope Cunny Lane