(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)