Geri Gigolo Songtext
von Ashok

You cant call me anytime
I′ll be waiting by the phone at the old folks home...

I had a mild stroke of genius... She had a heart attack!
Wearing the seediest waxed anorak.
Smoothing out the creases,
Creating balance
Put together a thesis on the life long challenge.
Pulling out my penis
The lady screamed!
To call me cock heinous,
I called her mean, pulled out the green,
Smoken the fiend out and told her lean,
This ain't the type og light that I lit when I set the scene!
You′re wearing to many clothes so respect the theme.
I know the set not wet but wet's the dream!
Let's not upset the techs who select the beans for this
Triple X, direct, sex machine!


I like Amphets′. Peps and Textramine!
I like fucking with flesh straight
Fresh from street scenes!
I′m a man of obscene ventures;
I'll fuck the the old lady so hard so guard you′re dentures.
I'm highly aroused by independent pensioners,
The stinky stench of wenches wedget on benches.
I′ll guard the old puddie' from bullies and dark henches,
And keep on stuckling until mythirst quenches.
I have a right mind to dig motes and trenches,
Build a picket sign scribed with two lines
The bag-of-bone remains of my geriatric adventures,
No photographic flashes or moral clashes or lectures!

They call me the Geri-Gigolo.
I don′t sell drugs but I do love the old.
My diamond studded cross charms believers,
Playing menopauses into conceivers.
Cracking the frost, giving them fevers.
I'll preach the second comingto the drumming of the beavers.
Get some yummy grandmummy loving dick-eaters,
Instead of those you-no-stop-go-dick teasers!

You can call me anytime
I'll be waiting by the phone at the old folks home...


There are two ways to picture your self:
The best or worst,
The last or first,
The lucky as fuck or the one who′s cursed!
Any situation facing us it′s instantaneous
The worst-thing-that-can-happen and future are simultaneous.
The brainiest will even conform to the simple sameness,
When broken down the logic abounds with pounds of genius.
Hear me out: the tactical nemesis isn't a fall out!
It′s invented withthe gratest invention to bring your all out but.

Religion has abused yhe position for fucking centuries!
Hell eternal, flames infernal await sinner's entries?
Fuck what you think you might know,
Because I′m oblivious,
Starting with that heaven and hell shit, you serious?
If god's such a fucking fair guy, all nice all kind,
Then there can′t be an aternal hell
For a finite crime
What I want to know is what part you made up because,
Christianity ficked up from day dot!
Was it the part

Where you scammed the layman for food and taxes,
Consequentially invent the classist axis?
Or the part where you starved the hard up of education
Consequentially,
Cement the segregation.
Fuck what you think might know because I'm above it all,
As culpable as cardinals fucked on coke at carnivals
And fuck what you think you might know because
We're original,
Systematically fucker off with pope-like, criminals!

You cant call me anytime
I′ll be waiting by the phone at the old folks home...

They call me the Geri-Gigolo.
I don′t sell drugs but I do love the old.
My diamond studded cross charms believers,
Playing menopauses into conceivers.
Cracking the frost, giving them fevers.
I'll preach the second comingto the drumming of the beavers!

Get some yummy grandmummy loving dick-eaters,
Instead of those you-no-stop-go
Dick teasers!