| 作词 : Langdon, Langdon | |
| (Royston and Antony Langdon) * | |
| Here, Antony writes a good-humored song about getting laid when all else fails. | |
| As a running joke, | |
| Ant claims to have written the song in a different city for every time the song is played.* | |
| Love, love, love… | |
| Oh what a crazy, lazy life | |
| Shot gun wedding to a hooker wife | |
| Down in the sewer, | |
| I'm fishin for a bone | |
| You best tell your daddy that you're not coming home (Chorus) | |
| Ah, go ahead and call me loser | |
| Sell my soul off to the dudes | |
| Tell me that | |
| I'll never get paid | |
| At least I got laid, at least | |
| I got laid | |
| And though the memories fade away | |
| At least I got laid, at least | |
| I got laid | |
| Oh, what a tragic waste of time | |
| Snuggling with that model as she chops out a line | |
| Not much to offer, she's nothing to see | |
| Well I thought she was a lesbian, but | |
| I think that | |
| I'm gay (Chorus) | |
| Now I know all | |
| I need to know | |
| I've had my highs, | |
| I've lived my lows | |
| I've gone as far as | |
| I can go And | |
| I'm frozen to the bone | |
| Listen now… | |
| At least I got laid, at least | |
| I got laid | |
| And though the memories fade away | |
| At least I got laid, at least | |
| I got laid | |
| He got laid, she got laid (x4) |
| zuo ci : Langdon, Langdon | |
| Royston and Antony Langdon | |
| Here, Antony writes a goodhumored song about getting laid when all else fails. | |
| As a running joke, | |
| Ant claims to have written the song in a different city for every time the song is played. | |
| Love, love, love | |
| Oh what a crazy, lazy life | |
| Shot gun wedding to a hooker wife | |
| Down in the sewer, | |
| I' m fishin for a bone | |
| You best tell your daddy that you' re not coming home Chorus | |
| Ah, go ahead and call me loser | |
| Sell my soul off to the dudes | |
| Tell me that | |
| I' ll never get paid | |
| At least I got laid, at least | |
| I got laid | |
| And though the memories fade away | |
| At least I got laid, at least | |
| I got laid | |
| Oh, what a tragic waste of time | |
| Snuggling with that model as she chops out a line | |
| Not much to offer, she' s nothing to see | |
| Well I thought she was a lesbian, but | |
| I think that | |
| I' m gay Chorus | |
| Now I know all | |
| I need to know | |
| I' ve had my highs, | |
| I' ve lived my lows | |
| I' ve gone as far as | |
| I can go And | |
| I' m frozen to the bone | |
| Listen now | |
| At least I got laid, at least | |
| I got laid | |
| And though the memories fade away | |
| At least I got laid, at least | |
| I got laid | |
| He got laid, she got laid x4 |
| zuò cí : Langdon, Langdon | |
| Royston and Antony Langdon | |
| Here, Antony writes a goodhumored song about getting laid when all else fails. | |
| As a running joke, | |
| Ant claims to have written the song in a different city for every time the song is played. | |
| Love, love, love | |
| Oh what a crazy, lazy life | |
| Shot gun wedding to a hooker wife | |
| Down in the sewer, | |
| I' m fishin for a bone | |
| You best tell your daddy that you' re not coming home Chorus | |
| Ah, go ahead and call me loser | |
| Sell my soul off to the dudes | |
| Tell me that | |
| I' ll never get paid | |
| At least I got laid, at least | |
| I got laid | |
| And though the memories fade away | |
| At least I got laid, at least | |
| I got laid | |
| Oh, what a tragic waste of time | |
| Snuggling with that model as she chops out a line | |
| Not much to offer, she' s nothing to see | |
| Well I thought she was a lesbian, but | |
| I think that | |
| I' m gay Chorus | |
| Now I know all | |
| I need to know | |
| I' ve had my highs, | |
| I' ve lived my lows | |
| I' ve gone as far as | |
| I can go And | |
| I' m frozen to the bone | |
| Listen now | |
| At least I got laid, at least | |
| I got laid | |
| And though the memories fade away | |
| At least I got laid, at least | |
| I got laid | |
| He got laid, she got laid x4 |