(Royston and Antony Langdon)
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*Here, Antony writes a good-humored song about getting laid when all else fails. As a running joke, Ant claims to have written the song in a different city for every time the song is played.*
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Love, love, love¡¦
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Oh what a crazy, lazy life
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Shot gun wedding to a hooker wife
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Down in the sewer, I'm fishin for a bone
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You best tell your daddy that you're not coming home
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(Chorus)
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Ah, go ahead and call me loser
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Sell my soul off to the dudes
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Tell me that I'll never get paid
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At least I got laid, at least I got laid
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And though the memories fade away
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At least I got laid, at least I got laid
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Oh, what a tragic waste of time
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Snuggling with that model as she chops out a line
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Not much to offer, she's nothing to see
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Well I thought she was a lesbian, but I think that I'm gay
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(Chorus)
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Now I know all I need to know
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I've had my highs, I've lived my lows
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I've gone as far as I can go
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And I'm frozen to the bone
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Listen now¡¦
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At least I got laid, at least I got laid
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And though the memories fade away
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At least I got laid, at least I got laid
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He got laid, she got laid (x4)
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At Least I Got Laid
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Spacehog |