The King Blues - Sex Education lyrics
[The King Blues - Sex Education lyrics]
(Sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex
Sex sex sex sex sex sex education)
Up in his bedroom he has locked the door
The playground conversation was real hardcore
They arranged a meeting, he is right on time
Sees the instant message from
His friend on-line
Belly rushing, cheeks turning pink
In a blink he was sent the link
The little box asks him are you 18?
He's clicking the mouse
Passing the testing screen
He never had a little chat with his Dad
It weren't his Mum who enlightened this lad
It was Indiana Bones in the Temple of Poon
Saturday Night Beaver, the Sperminator I I
Two girls and one cup
One man and one cup some
Crackhead slut who's stuck for a buck
Belly rushing, cheeks turning pink
And in a blink his friends have the link
Whether you like it or not
This is our sex education
Whether you like it or not
This is our sex education
He met her, introduced by a mutual mate
Finally she agreed to let him have a date
He was mutton like lamb
She was lamb like mutton
Just grateful no staple in her bellybutton
He was so new that he was confused
So he used her the only way he'd seen how to
Truth is she was used to this abuse
"It must be love" she weeped
Tenderly bruised
Now, no pop-up books and no blushing teacher
No parents and no angry preacher
No cartoons and no diagram
Just fifteen girls and one lucky man
Warts and all with the moans and the groans
And the exes filmed on the mobile phones
So giggling and certainly no doodles
Man, that last one looked pretty brutal
Whether you like it or not
This is our sex education
Whether you like it or not
This is our sex education
Whether you like it or not
This is our sex education
Whether you like it or not
This is our sex education
Sex sex sex sex sex sex education)
Up in his bedroom he has locked the door
The playground conversation was real hardcore
They arranged a meeting, he is right on time
Sees the instant message from
His friend on-line
Belly rushing, cheeks turning pink
In a blink he was sent the link
The little box asks him are you 18?
He's clicking the mouse
Passing the testing screen
He never had a little chat with his Dad
It weren't his Mum who enlightened this lad
It was Indiana Bones in the Temple of Poon
Saturday Night Beaver, the Sperminator I I
Two girls and one cup
One man and one cup some
Crackhead slut who's stuck for a buck
Belly rushing, cheeks turning pink
And in a blink his friends have the link
Whether you like it or not
This is our sex education
Whether you like it or not
This is our sex education
He met her, introduced by a mutual mate
Finally she agreed to let him have a date
He was mutton like lamb
She was lamb like mutton
Just grateful no staple in her bellybutton
He was so new that he was confused
So he used her the only way he'd seen how to
Truth is she was used to this abuse
"It must be love" she weeped
Tenderly bruised
Now, no pop-up books and no blushing teacher
No parents and no angry preacher
No cartoons and no diagram
Just fifteen girls and one lucky man
Warts and all with the moans and the groans
And the exes filmed on the mobile phones
So giggling and certainly no doodles
Man, that last one looked pretty brutal
Whether you like it or not
This is our sex education
Whether you like it or not
This is our sex education
Whether you like it or not
This is our sex education
Whether you like it or not
This is our sex education