Doing The Nasty

All right, you inverte-brats I'm gonna teach you how to do the sponge Well, if you take your leg and stick it in the air And then you take the other one and jam it right up there You twist yourself around and give a great big lunge Now you're doing the sponge A-do the sponge, sponge, a-do the sponge Bet you're buns you're doing the sponge Well, now, first you take your leg And you stick it in the air And then you take the other one And you jam it right up there You twist yourself around And you give a great big lunge Now you're doing Yeah, now you're doing the sponge All right now, yeah A-do the sponge, sponge, a-do the sponge Before you know you're taking the plunge I said the sponge, sponge, a-do the sponge Bet your buns you're doing the sponge Yeah, bet your buns you're doing the sponge Oh yeah, well, you're doing the sponge Oh, I said the sponge, sponge, yeah, do the sponge Yeah, do the sponge, sponge, well, do the sponge A-do the sponge, a-do the sponge, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ho A-do the sponge, yeah, do the sponge Well, do the sponge, do the sponge a-do, oh-oh-oh Oh, do the sponge Yeah, well oh-oh-oh-oh Do the sponge oh-oh, yeah, well, oh Well, do the sponge, yeah, do the sponge

And they're making children And they're making love With their old excuses We are built for reproduction But I find it soothing When I am confined I'm just fearing one day soon I'll lose my mind Then I'll lose my children Then I'll lose my love Then I'll sit in silence Let the picture soak Out of televisions Float across the room Whisper into one ear Out the other one Then I'll take my clothes off And I'll walk around Because it's so nice outside And I like the way the sun feels And when it's dark I'll call out in the night for my mother But she isn't coming back for me 'Cause she's already gone But you will not tell me that 'Cause you know it hurts me every time you say it And you know you're doing the right thing You must know you're doing the right thing I have lost my children I have lost my love I just sit in silence Let the picture soak Out of televisions Out of televisions Out of televisions Out of televisions Out of televisions And they're making children Everyone's in love I just sit in silence Let the picture soak

Look what you're doing I'm feeling blue and lonely Would it be too much to ask of you What you're doing to me? You got me running And there's no fun in it Why should it be so much to ask of you What you're doing to me? I've been waiting here for you Wondering what you're gonna do And should you need a love that's true It's me Please, stop your lying You got me crying, girl Why should it be so much to ask of you What you're doing to me? I've been waiting here for you Wondering what you're gonna do And should you need a love that's true It's me Please stop your lying You have got me crying, girl Why should it be so much to ask of you What you're doing to me? What you're doing to me What you're doing to me

How are you doing? How are you doing? I'll be fine, how about you? I'm fine too How is it going? How is it going? Yes it goes, what about you? It goes for me too. Nothing new, can't complain Skies are blue, sunshine or rain Something to eat, watch a show After that, I'll sleep like a baby What are you up to? What are you up to? Not much, nothing to do What about you? What about you? Me too After hours, ... are sweet Holding hands, watching tv Nothing to say, nowhere to go After that, I'll sleep like a baby How are you doing? How are you doing? I'm fine, what about you? I'm fine, what about you? I'm fine, what about you? I'm fine, what about you? Me too Me too Me too

Yes, now the doing Oh, the doing is done Your father's made by his daughter A mother made by her son And oh, in the darkness I feel I would stay But the darkness of the night Was made by the day And I wait, I wait She draw rum and I stayed the same Well I was lost in the rushing And you were lost in the rain And asking 'How many miles in the making?' And 'How many makers in the wine?' When a mother's made by her daughter And a father made by his son And we laugh at it Oh, where could I go? Yes, I'll be there Oh, where could I go? Oh, now the doing is done Your father's made by his daughter A mother made by her son And will I be there? Oh, where could I go? Yes, I'll be there Oh, where could I go? Let us live full cost Off the woods Off the darkness Let's put on The armour of life Let us pour honesty As in the day