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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Longpigs
Longpigs
Performer
Crispin Hunt
Crispin Hunt
Vocals
Richard Hawley
Richard Hawley
Guitar
Simon Stafford
Simon Stafford
Bass Guitar
Dee Boyle
Dee Boyle
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Crispin Hunt
Crispin Hunt
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin Bacon
Kevin Bacon
Producer
Jonathan Hugh Quarmby
Jonathan Hugh Quarmby
Producer
Hugh Jones
Hugh Jones
Producer
Gil Norton
Gil Norton
Producer

Lyrics

Crawled out of the park to eat her took a
Stairwell would I fall to please her
Just to tear this out of my belly forever
'Cause I'm still hooked to the light forever
I can do it if you're there
And it's only when you're there
Bless them with the arrogant brandos
Leave your heart stitched in a hundred pieces
If it's not wet then you shouldn't be doing it
She's no bitch, she's far too rich
And I can do it when you're there
And it's only when you're there
All these amazing frustrations
Such a perfect celebration
Hardly needs to be said a sensations
Are as perfect as 'sturbation
Hardly needs to be nailed as frustration
Such a perfect celebration
Hardly needs to be soiled
And you wash yourself (You wash yourself)
You wash yourself
And I wash myself (You wash yourself)
You wash yourself (He, he, he, he)
End up in a young hair, curled round with a finger
I can't excuse this, it's all fucked
But if you're there I can screw it when she's there
I can rule the world six times over
With my head burned out and my body on hold
I can do it if you're there and it's only when she's there
All these amazing frustrations
Such a perfect celebration
Hardly needs to be said
(All these amazing frustrations)
(Such a perfect celebration)
(Hardly needs to be said)
All these amazing sensations
Such a virgin celebration
Never needs to be soiled
You wash yourself (You wash yourself)
You wash yourself
And I wash myself (You wash yourself)
You wash yourself
(You wash yourself)
(You wash yourself)
The whole world joins the French Foreign Legion
Get a new suit for the man who discovered
Elvis was so fat when he died and ascend to heaven
I live here in my watered down Disney baby
With ten million attic clad genius
Abort me, I have to compete and maybe
One man will eventually spit on Mars
Save us, if you're there
Only if she's there
I can do it if you're there
I can do it when she's there
You can screw when she's there
You can screw when she's there
All these amazing frustrations
Such a perfect celebration
Hardly needs to be said
(Oh, these amazing frustrations)
(Such a perfect celebration)
(Hardly need to be said)
Oh, these amazing frustrations
You're a virgin celebration
Hardly needs to be dead
(All these amazing frustration)
(Such a perfect celebration)
(Only needs to be said)
All these amazing sensations
Such a perfect celebration
Hardly needs to be said
(All these amazing frustration)
(Such a perfect celebration)
(Only needs to be said)
Written by: Crispin Hunt
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