Get Laid - Readers Wives

Saddle up the month of Sundays

Saddle up your orphan’s blues

Roll back the tides

Wheel in the supplies

We’re down on 8th Avenue

I don’t wanna show your mother

How to cook your father’s eggs

If you feel a phoney

All alone and lonely

Maybe it’s all in your head

Sitting in the corner

You complain and complain and complain

If you’re feeling horny

Get laid

I know what you people want

You’re all too fucking tasteful for me

Do you think it’s cool to drain the swimming pool?

Put a padlock on the swings?

You laugh at us because we’re different

But we laugh at you 'cause you’re all the same

And the parasites will love you when you’re in your grave

Sitting in the corner

You complain and complain and complain

If you’re feeling horny

Get laid