Great Blondino - Stakka Bo

In a bed with a cast and a Calvados,

I don’t really need nobody but myself cus

I don’t love anybody but myself, thus (is this a way of defining monophagus?)

I can’t ever confide, please open up wide

give me extra special pleasure with love on the side.

I didn’t give you anything and that’s what you got.

I wish I was different but I’m sure that I’m not.

(I don’t need nobody but myself cus

I don’t love anybody but myself, thus)

For I’m the Great Blondino

We were the vacancy crusaders with our combat kits

of a toothbrush and hearts mashed in tiny bits.

Trying to regain what we never had,

smiling about the good things amidst the bad.

So we save ourselves with Bombay Saphire unsafe sex,

twenty-four hours selfdestructive wrecks.

Sober thoughts dawn again, all the way sub rosa.

Starting up again when it’s already over,

but I’m the Great Blondino, not looking for a Queeno.

I’m sad I gave you nothing and that’s what you got.

I wish I was different but I’m sure that I’m not.

In a bed with a cast and a Calvados

in a perpetual feverish crave of your lust

kitchenfloor bruising, freaky sofa cruising

and the early birdy balcony Campari Orangejuicing.

I guess one could say you got me mezmerized,

but what has become one should be dechotomized.

I’m sad I gave you nothing and that’s what you got.

I wish I was different but I’m sure that I’m not.