| Quasimodo |
| | Finally it's over , a hard week of work
He's coming home , the telephone rings
It's his best friend , it's time for a party
So let's move and have some fun
What an orgy , music is good
Alcohol is fleeding , half-dead neighbours
Chaos - sex
Booze - women
But all this girls are killing hisprick
Blonde , brown , red : "We don't want your dick !"
Slowly his body is starting to change
A hump on his back , his face is deformed
Panic on the party , he's chasing the girls
Years of abstinence...
Too much for a man !
He's howling out : "All I want is sex !"
All he wants is pussy , is that to much ?
Running aimless through the streets
Up the steeple crying loud:
"No cunt - no tits
No screw - no love !"
No girls want him , is this life ?
Breakneck leap , flying free !
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