The Twits Give Me the Shits
 

Porn

From a CD by the Twits called Play Music
Russel/Aston/Steel/Leary (and Imbruglia)

Your face is 'round my caravan in Noble Park
I'd like to watch you but I'm so scared of the dark.
I sent you letters but you never answered me.
I scratched my Mum's name off and tattooed Natalie.
Was at your concerts, I was there in the front row.
I think you looked at me but I don't really know.
I fell in love with you when you were in Neighbours.
I looked you up but there are heaps of Imbruglia's

Chorus:
I'm all out of mates, pissed is how I feel
Wishin it was you doin' doggy on the floor,
I'm all out of beer, watching German porn.
Images of you in pools of vomit on the floor.

I moved my trailer, now the cops are onto me.
They call it stalking but it's love why can't they see?
I've given up on you, I'll drink another slab.
Try not to think about your badly packed kebab.