My Prince Charming has turned into an ugly, old toad,
but that’s what happens when you choose this road.
The road so traveled by all the toads before;
makes me wonder what you see at the *****’s door.
I would think by now it would be rotten and smell,
but that’s not where my thoughts will dwell.
Why are they always uglier than me?
It can’t be because you like what you see.
Is it because the ****** like to drink beer?
Or is it because they’ll **** on your spear?
You’d think by now all of you would have warts.
You know the kind that stays in your shorts.
You think you’re so handsome, have you looked in the mirror?
One day soon they won’t let you get nearer.
But by then you will not make me cry
and they’ll look like they were put up wet to dry.
They may be younger but you keep getting older.
What will you do when you get the cold shoulder?
What will they do when you run out of money?
I bet they won’t think that it’s very funny.
Or how about when the pills are all done?
I bet a fight will be caused over that one.
Nothing like pill-head ****** to ***** around with.
To get them drunk, does it take a fifth?
An eight ball of coke, that ought to do it.
When it’s all gone I bet you don’t get in it.
I may have been with you through thick and thin,
but I ain’t touching that warty skin.
We did have magic for so many years,
but that was before the coke and beer.
One day I’ll see you all and grin.
For you’ll have caught the clap: what a payback for sins.
