It's never your fault, sweet mother
That i was raised in the days
Of the house-husband craze
But the taste of your loving udder
Was replaced by another
Dried cow puss and rubber
And now a hunger still thrives
A hunger that i've never satisfied
I'm fumbling through life
From hunger
I writhe for someone
With a place i can hide my eyes
I'm searching for a mighty heart
Housed with a mighty crest
And from this base of operation
I would pacify the nation
But then who would rely
On a b**b such as i
I'll be anyone's twit
For a mouthful of tittie
And still that hunger will thrive
A hunger that i've never satisfied
I'm fumbling through life
From hunger
I writhe for someone
With a place i can hide my eyes
And i've got big eyes
For someone
With a place i can hide these eyes
And that ain't all