Sloppy Seconds

Blackmail

Sloppy Seconds


Well, your father's in Bermuda 
And the milkman's overjoyed 
Your maid is into bondage 
And I've got Polaroids 

And I was on the corner 
When you wrecked your mother's Porsche 
But why should I inform her 
About your poor misfortune? 

'Cause everyone has secrets 
But sometimes you get caught 
So if it's just between us 
My silence can be bought 
Blackmail... blackmail 

I was looking through your closet 
When I found your water bong 
Your stash of Turkish hash 
And a twelve-inch rubber dong 

And I won't tell your family 
About your last abortion 
So you can call it "bribery" 
But I prefer "extortion" 

Well, my counselor is a dealer 
And the football coach is queer 
The school nurse and the dean of boys 
Are having an affair 

And someone shot the rent-a-cop 
And I'm the only witness 
But I won't tell you who it was 
'Cause it's none of your business