Sloppy Seconds - Black Mail Lyrics
Well, your father's in BermudaAnd the milkman's overjoyedYour maid is into bondageAnd I've got PolaroidsAnd I was on the cornerWhen you wrecked your mother's PorscheBut why should I inform herAbout your poor misfortune?'Cause everyone has secretsBut sometimes you get caughtSo if it's just between usMy silence can be boughtBlackmail . . . blackmailI was looking through your closetWhen I found your water bongYour stash of Turkish hashAnd a twelve-inch rubber dongAnd I won't tell your familyAbout your last abortionSo you can call it "bribery"But I prefer "extortion"Well, my counselor is a dealerAnd the football coach is queerThe school nurse and the dean of boysAre having an affairAnd someone shot the rent-a-copAnd I'm the only witnessBut I won't tell you who it was'Cause it's none of your business