Cunny Grope Lane

Cunny Grope Lane Somebody hold their hands out 'Cause my mind has gone I'm walking through all the debris 'Cause 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 in Cunny Grope Lane Crowns! Shatter! King of Spain! You'll lose your mind down in Cunny Grope Lane Go get the local doctor And let's have some fun I hope I avoid the paupers On my 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 Cunny Grope Lane