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Back to Table of Contents Born Dead Dead Whore Incest is Best Incest Time in Texas My Girl's a Vegetable My Name is Jack (Necrophilia Song) Necrophilia's Best Russian Submarine S&M Man Melody - Born Free Born dead! Your baby was born dead; All torso and no head, Born dead to live in a jar. Stay dead! Don't come back to haunt me; You really don't want me, Born dead to live in a jar. Brain dead! Your husband is brain dead; A vein popped in his head, That sucker's a mort. Melody - My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean I fucked a dead whore by the roadside, I knew right away she was dead, The skin was all gone from her tummy, The hair was all gone from her head. Dead whore, dead whore, I knew right away she was dead, was dead. Dead whore, dead whore, I knew right away she was dead. And as I lay down there beside her, I knew right away I had sinned, So I put my lips to her sweet pussy, And sucked out the load I shot in. Sucked out, sucked out, I sucked out the load I shot in, shot in, Sucked out, sucked out, I sucked out the load I shot in. Gigolo Version by Shaken Not Stirred, Big Heads H3, SD I fucked a dead man by the roadside. I knew damn well he was dead. The meat was all gone from his foreskin, His penis, well it had no head. And when the fucking was over, I knew what I'd done was a sin. So I hiked my skirt a bit higher And fucked him all over again! Version by Dennis "Mu-Sick" Gill, Ft Walton Beach HHH, Florida I passed a dead whore on the roadside, I knew right away she was dead. For the skin on her stomach was flaking, She hadn't a hair on her head, her head, She hadn't a hair on her head. CHORUS: Bring back, bring back, oh bring back my dead whore to me, Bring back, bring back, oh bring back my dead whore to me. I first met my dead whore at Mitch's, With a horrible snail-sucking face. She'd roll them around on her tongue, oh, And barf them back up in your face, your face, And barf them back up in your face. My dead whore looked into a gas tank, The contents of it for to see. I lit a match to assist her, Oh bring back my dead whore to me, to me, Oh bring back my dead whore to me. While nibbling my dead whore's festered nipples, A horrible thing to discuss, I thought it was milk I was sucking, But no, it was only green pus, green pus, But no, it was only green pus. My dead whore's vagina was swelling, A condition I thought would soon pass, I stuck in my prick to explore it, And she farted green gas from her ass, her ass, She farted green gas from her ass. I thought of a way of preserving, My dead whore for posterity. I'd dry her like a piece of beef jerky, With a leathery twat just for me, for me, With a leathery twat just for me. I French-kissed my dead whore, named Merly, I liked how she wiggled her tongue. But after an evening of kissing, I realized it was maggots from her lung, her lung, I realized it was maggots from her lung. Once, upon thinking it over, I realized my terrible sin. So I stuck my lips to her sweet pussy, And sucked out the load I shot in, shot in, And sucked out the load I shot in. But before I could extract that jism, My dead whore was pregnant, and more. Inside the maternity morgue, She gave birth to a dead baby whore, baby whore, She gave birth to a dead baby whore. (To the tune of Born Free) Born dead, your baby was born dead. Three fingers and no head. Born dead to live in a jar. Stay dead, don't come back to haunt me; You really don't want me. Born dead to live in a jar. Melody - Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Boys Contributed by ZiPpy, Pike's Peak H4 (Take turns leading verses) CHORUS: Incest is best, boys, Incest is best - FUCK A RELATIVE! Incest is best, boys, Incenst is best. Give a piece to your niece, boys, Give a piece to your niece - INCEST! Give a piece to your niece, boys, Give a piece to your niece, because . . . OTHER VERSES: Put your knob in Uncle Bob, boys Give a blow to your Bro, girls Shower your Sis with some piss, boys My significant other's my Brother, girls Shoot some goo on Aunt Sue, boys Do the bum of your Mum, boys Give a kiss to your Sis, boys Make love to your Coz, boys I've just had my Dad, girls Put your Sis in bliss, boys Let's fuck Uncle Buck, girls Rub your palm on your Mom, boys Hide the salami in your Mommie, boys Melody - Yellow Rose of Texas When it's incest time in Texas, When there's no cunt to be found, Your mother's in the bathroom, With her panties halfway down, No time for masturbation, No time to beat your meat, When it's incest time in Texas, Mother-fucking can't be beat! Melody - My Girl's a Corker, She's a New Yorker My girl's a vegetable, She lives in a hospital . . . CHORUS: I'd do most anything, To keep her alive. She has no arms or legs, She looks like a pony keg . . . She's got a new TV, They call it an EKG . . . Her EKG it does not rise, But she still spreads her thighs . . . My girl has long blond hair, It's in patches here and there . . . She can't get out of bed, Still, she can give me head . . . She's got no arms or legs, She's got two wooden pegs . . . I'm always guaranteed a blow, Because she can't say no . . . She has no feet or hands, Her head's connected with rubber bands . . . She might not live the night, That means that she won't fight . . . My girl lives in an iron lung, But she can still give real good tongue . . . My girl has leprosy, Parts are always sticking to me . . . My girl had a tracheotomy, So she can breathe while she's blowing me . . . Melody - Itself Perv verses by Flying Booger My name is Jack (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I'm a necrophiliac (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I fucks dead wimmen (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), And I fills 'em full of jism. I get frustrated (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), When they're cremated (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Cause try as I must (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I can't fuck dust! Each time I pass a cemetery gate, I whip it out and masturbate. My name is Judy (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), My favorite stiff's a beauty (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Though his pecker's soft and thin (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I find his femur slips right in. Most girls like their guys aware (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Me, I prefer Joe's lifeless stare (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Don't you call me a ghoul (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Just 'cause my Joe's real cool! Each time I pass the mortuary gate, My vagina starts to lubricate. My name is Phil (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I likes my wimmen still (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I whack off in (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), An occupied coffin. I love wrinkly wimmen (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Who are over sixty-five (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Especially if they died (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), At twenty-five! Each day I try to copulate, With my favorite deceased mate. My name is Mary (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I met my lover through an obituary (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), So what if he's dead (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), At least he doesn't fart in bed. I like his leathery skin (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I can poke it with a pin (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), And when the worms come out his butt (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I feed them to the mutt! Every time I see a crematory urn, My genitals begin to burn. My name is Ron (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I get a hard-on (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), When I see a redhead (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Who's deader than dead. You don't polka or waltz (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), With a girl with no pulse (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I like my wimmen old (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I prefer my wimmen cold! Each time I pass a mausoleum, My shorts fill up with creaum. My name is Denise (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), My man is deceased (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I think it's wise (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), To love a man who's demised. I broke into his tomb (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Took him home to my room (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), My mother Doris (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Admires his rigor mortis! Each time I pass the old graveyard, I find my nipples getting hard. My name is Mitch (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), And I dig a wealthy bitch (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Not because she's really rich (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), But 'cause she's in a six-foot ditch. Most like their ladies hot (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I rather fancy not (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Just in case you have forgotten (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I prefer my wimmen rotten! Each time I pass a funeral pyre, My libido catches fire. My name is Gertrude (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Now you may think this rather rude (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), But I don't find it crude (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), To go down on a dead dude. He won't come in my mouth (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), His sex drive has gone south (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), He won't take my money (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), And he'll never call me Honey! Each time I hear a funeral dirge, I get the old carnal urge. My name is Paul (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), My girl doesn't move at all (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), It's not that she's frigid (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), It's 'cause she's rigid. Most like their wimmen quick (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Personally, the thought makes me sick (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I fairly dread (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Sleeping with the Undead! Every time I see a hearse, My akey-breaky balls ache worse. My name is Mary Beth (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I'm actually into death (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Once they're dead I don't get high (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I want them AS they die. As they start to come (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I crush their windpipes with my thumb (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), When my lovers have death spasms (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I enjoy multiple orgasms! Each time I pass a burial plot, It stimulates my G-spot. My name is Earl (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Some people think I'm quite a churl (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I once exhumed a little girl (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I love the way her toenails curl. I take satisfaction (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), In advanced putrefaction (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Her toothy grin and concave cheek (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Her sexy decomposing reek! Each time I pass a funeral wake, I grow a monster one-eyed snake. My name is Monique (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I'm a necro-lesbian freak (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I love vaginal cavities (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Of expired celebrities. Once in a very lusty mood (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I dug up Natalie Wood (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I used a casket hoist (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), And found her still delectably moist! When I visit memorial parks, My pussy starts emitting sparks. My name is Brucie (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I'm weird and fey and swishy (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), My lover once was hetero (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), But in death he's my special homo. I used to like to fist him (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I could get my whole hand in (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), But now he's overused (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), His rotting bum is simply huge! Each time I pass a sarcophagus, I'm seized with homosexual lust. My name is Manfred (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Sheep are so hot when they're dead (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), I hit and killed one on the road (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), And I shot off a mother-load. I keep my decomposing lambkin (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), Its starting to lose a lot of skin (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), There's parts where you can see its skeleton (deedle-deedle-deedle-dum), And other parts I like to put my tongue in! Every time I pass a farm, My skivvies fill with juices warm. Melody - Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Boys Yet another perverse variation of Bestiality's Best, contributed by (who else?) ZiPpy, Pike's Peak H4 CHORUS: Necrophilia's best, boys, Necrophilia's best - FUCK A CADAVER! Necrophilia's best, boys, Necrophilia's best. Give head to the dead, girls Give head to the dead - NECROPHILIA! Give head to the dead, girls, Give head to the dead, 'cause . . . OTHER VERSES: Do it lots 'fore she rots, boys Fuck her defunct cunt, boys Get down and dirty with Jackie, OH!, boys Do your boffin' in a coffin, mates Plant your pelvis on Elvis, girls Rub your slit on Sonny Stitt, girls Suck the dong of Mao Tse-Tung, girls Sink your cable in Betty Grable, boys Go to bed with the dead, Fred Use the staff of a stiff, girls Grunt and strain with Kurt Cobain, girls The best of course is a corpse, boys Can Nixon still get his Dick in, girls? Suck some decomposed toes, girls Stroke her hips in a crypt, boys Get some authentic skull, mates Jack off on old Jackie, boys Shoo the flies off her thighs, guys Shoot some creum in a mausoleum, boys Pinch your nipples hard in the graveyard, girls That Kim Il Sung is sure hung, girls Melody - Yellow Submarine Contributed by "Shut The Fuck Up" from the Okinawa H3, modified by the Seoul Southside H3 In the town, where I was born, Lived a man, with a PhD. And he told, us of his job, Making faulty, submarines. So we sailed, up to the north, 'Til we reached, the Barents Sea. Where we sank, beneath the waves, In our Russian, Submarine. Chorus: We all died in a Russian Submarine, A Russian Submarine, A Russian Submarine. We all died in a Russian Submarine, A Russian Submarine, A Russian Submarine. And our friends, all died aboard, All that's left of them, stayed ashore. And the band, began to play: Blub-blub-blub-blub, blub-blub, blub-blub, Blub-blub-blub-blub, blub-blub, blub-blub. Chorus Radiation, makes us hot, Hypothermia, makes us not. Turning blue, and glowing green, In our Russian, Submarine. Chorus Melody - The Candy Man (Take turns leading verses) Who will run through jaggers (who will run through jaggers), Ripping up his flesh (ripping up his flesh), And turn right around, And repeat the bloody mess? It's the S&M man. CHORUS: Oh, the S&M man, The S&M man because he mixes it with love, And makes the hurt feel good (Yes the hurt feel good) Who wears pants with zippers, And no underwear, Then pulls them up and down, And rips out his pubic hair? It's the S&M man. Who can take a razor, And no shaving cream, Scrape her pussy bald, While he listens to her scream? It's the S&M man. Who can take an old saw, Rusty but still cuts, Pull it back and forth, Until he rips off his own nuts? It's the S&M man. Who can take a bottle, Shove it up your ass, Hit it with a hammer, And line your ass with glass? It's the S&M man. Who can take your scrotum, Stick it with a pin, Hang on a bunch of weights, Till it drags down to your shins? It's the S&M man. Who can take your penis, Slam it in a door, Slam it in a door, So you can't fuck anymore? It's the S&M man. Who can take a sander, Make sure it's Black and Decker, Rub it up and down, Until you've got a bleeding pecker? It's the S&M man. Who would take a condom, Put pepper in the ring, Use it on the wife, 'Cause she twitches when it stings? It's the S&M man. Who can take a mallet, Claim that he's a stud, Smash it on his pecker, Till it starts to ooze blood? It's the S&M man. Who can take your penis, Tie it in a knot, Tie it in a knot, Until the sucker rots? It's the S&M man. Who can take sandpaper, Rough like fifty grit, Rub it on her pussy, Until she has no clit? It's the S&M man. Who can take two ice picks, Stick one in each ear, And ride her like a Harley, While he roots her up the rear? It's the S&M man. Who takes jumper cables, Clamps one on each tit, Starts up the car, And electrocutes the bitch? It's the S&M man. Who can take a young girl, Turn the lights down low, Flip on the video camera, And make like Rob Lowe? It's the S&M man. Who can take a vagina, Suck out all the yeast, Spit it out into some dough, And serve bread at the hash feast? It's the S&M man. Who can take a puppy, Hold it by the ears, Fuck it in the ass, Until it sheds those puppy tears? It's the S&M man. Who can take a vice clamp, Clamp it on a tit, Squeeze the sucker down Till it pops just like a zit? It's the S&M man. Who can take a cheese grater, Strap it to his arm, Fist fuck the bitch And make Vagina Parmesan? It's the S&M man. Who can take a transient, Rip out one of his eyes, Skull fuck the bastard While he listens to his cries? It's the S&M man. Who can take some shackles, Chain you to the walls, Fill a glass with sperm, By lancing both your balls? It's the S&M man. Who can take a Coke bottle, Shove it up her ass, Kidney punch the bitch, Until she's shitting blood and glass? It's the S&M man. SPECIAL CHORUS: Oh the S&M man, The S&M man makes all that he partakes, Satisfying and delicious, Fulfills all your erotic wishes, Sucks chrome off trailer hitches. Who would use machinery, To masturbate at work, Rip off his left testis, And pretend it didn't hurt? It's the S&M man. SONG ENDERS: Who can take a baby, Lay it on a bed, Turn the bugger over, Fuck the soft spot in its head? It's the S&M man. Who can take a little girl, Before she's on the rag, Fuck her till she's dead And then toss her in a bag? It's the S&M man. Who would put a kid's hand, In a socket on the wall? It's nice when they jerk, Up against his balls. It's the S&M man. Who goes to the abortion clinic, Sneaks around the back, Digs through the dumpster, Until he finds a tasty snack? It's the S&M man. Who gives children candy, Takes them round the block, And rips up their innards, With the ramming of his cock? It's the S&M man. Who can take a baby, Throw it on a pile, And fuck it up its ass, Shis-ka-bob style? It's the S&M man. Who would take your kiddies, Out to a picnic binge, Put them on the fire, And watch the fuckers singe? It's the S&M man. Who can take a pregnant woman, Fuck her till she's dead, Leave his dick inside her, Till the foetus gives him head? It's the S&M man. THE S & M GIRL (variation on S & M Man) Who takes jumper cables, Attaches 'em to her tits, Connects them to a Mack truck, And has orgasmic fits? It's the S&M girl. CHORUS: Oh, the S&M girl, The S&M girl because she mixes it with love, And makes the hurt feel good (the hurt feel good). Who can jump a flagpole, Land right up on top, Wiggle down and squeeze so tight, The ball on top pops? It's the S&M girl. Who can take a buzz saw, Hold it to her twat, Rev up the engine, And perpetually squat? It's the S&M girl. Who sleeps on barbed wire, Tossing left and right, Just to see how many stitches, She can earn each night? It's the S&M girl. Who can shave her body, Pubic parts and all, Swim around all day, In a pool of alcohol? It's the S&M girl. Who rubs down with honey, Just to have a chance, To lay out on the lawn, And be a picnic for the ants? It's the S&M girl. Who ties down her sweetie, Every single day, Covers him with rats, And lets the kitties in to play? It's the S&M girl. Who can take a big knife, And cause him lots of pain, And then get off in court, When she claims that she's insane? Lorenna Bobbit can. |