Slug Party
It started slowly like an evening yawn,
or the breath before a storm
They saw the invitations on the lawn.
And in the corners, the guests prepared,
they combed and set their imaginary hair,
they know that ev-erybody would be there.
I wouldn't say frantic, it will be,
really romantic.
A sensitive orgy
of touching and wet.
And after the dancing, we can eat
the fresh and the rancid
And even the frogs will be
enjoying the guests.
At the slug party tonight.
The party goers were nearly here,
the route was silver clear,
and some were coming later full of beer.
The moths were waltzing around the lamp light,
they could see in their spiral flight
excitement by the garden gate that night.
I wouldn't say frantic, but it is,
really romantic.
A sensitive orgy
of feeling and phlegm.
And after the dancing, we can eat
the fresh and the rancid
And even the frogs will be
enjoying the guests.
At the slug party tonight.
(solo)
I wouldn't say mystic, that would be
just unrealistic.
More like a tumult
of feeding and fun.
And after the dancing, we can eat
the fresh and the rancid
And even the frogs will be
enjoying the guests.
At the slug party tonight.
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