Repeat PerforMANce Repeat PerforMANce Repeat PerforMANce Repeat PerfoMANce…. Robert Sparks
They danced in discos. That was not the point.
The one was just a usual kind of bloke,
Not gorgeous and not plain. He had the joint
For humping in between his shanks; no smoke
Rose up from there. His mate, though, was so hot
That after dancing briefly with a lass
He’d shout into her deafened earlobe slot,
“DO! YOU! FUCK!?!!!” None of them gave him a pass.
They’d nod. He’d lead them to the mezzanine,
Pull down pants, and bend them over the rail,
And ramp away. They’d look down on the scene
Below. He’d hammer in his slimy snail
And both would jazz to heaven with no hitch.
He’d go downstairs and find another bitch.