Dick Strange And The Nasty Boys
‘Twas 9:17 and I’d known where they’d gone
Had formed as a plan like the movies they watched
On the day daily rags had refused to arrive
A headline that read ‘DAD YOUR FIRST SON HAS DIED’
With a word for the miserably pleased to have not
And a chorus that swears that it can, but cannot
See a melamine drawer with a paper bag in
A bar of chocolate to fatify each sin
A fifteen inch stick that shakes, rattles and rolls
A rampant little long ear she stuffs in her hole
Ha, ha, ha, ha, uh, ha, ha, ha, ha
The peach plastic that a goon has prescribed
For her porous dry lips and persistent black fly
I am the fly with the shit stick and the aids
I am the goon that has often betrayed
I creep across the cupboards and the attics that hold
The cancer remains of a step sisters cold
Where Daddy be king and sissy be queen
“Ello say fly, say where have you been”
With my fingers and thumbs and serial tears
Toilet abortions and madness you fear
With a word for the miserably pleased to have not
And a chorus that swears that it can, but cannot
Like my Japanese crew cut, hi-fi song
Hand me your money, do you know where I’m from?
My, my, Medway, my, my, dick strange
You’re such an awful little sod
My, my, Medway, my, my, dick strange
You’re such a nasty piece of work
iS iT jUsT mE oR iS tHeRe tAlK oF diLdOs iN tHiS oNe?
A fifteen inch stick that shakes, rattles and rolls
A rampant little long ear she stuffs in her hole
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Always a possibility
When I was over in New York last October, I met up with Craig for a drink. A couple of friends joined us. The beer flowed freely and predictably. Later in the evening, my friend mentioned something bizarre he’d seen… a sex shop up on 6th Ave offering “rabbits” for sale. At this point, somewhat worse for wear, the penny didn’t drop and we wondered whether – even by NYC’s permissive standards – that might not be entirely legal. It was only when we walked past the shop later that the truth became obvious – we were talking about the same kind of “rampant little long-ear” that appears in this song. Craig has a picture of the shopfront somewhere.
(By the way, am I just totally lacking in imagination, or do these things look NOTHING WHATSOEVER like rabbits?)
Maybe there’s a white triangle on the base so it’s the last thing you see as it vanishes out of sight.