Ono

We were all alone

Then she bit my bone

I said let's telephone

Try to get awayI knew she was in heat

She kneeled at my feet

Wet socks on the floor

But it's all the sameLast year we got sick

Doctors did the trick

Now I gotta use a stick

But it's still the sameRun as a max-pad

Dry as a cactus

Ono!

You go home!Hunt policemen fill up dates

Student teacher's license plates

I f I did her words are gone

I feel slipped away

The moral is don't start

Even if you're smart

You don't have a chance

It's all the sameRun as a max-pad

Dry as a cactus

Ono!

You go home!HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

Songwriters

CASALE, GERALD V. / MOTHERSBAUGH, MARK ALLENPublished by

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.