Snuggle Up

Funky fun from “Flounder.” Everybody likes the boobies. For babies, they are warm, and soft and dispense food to the mouth. For bigger folk they are still warm, soft, and are often still enjoyed with the mouth.

Snuggle Up – Lyrics
My mother’s breasts were large and white
MmmHmm—snuggle up
Threaten with stuttering and complexes
if they should be withheld
Don’t just whine
Men don’t give suck
Men dream of the third breast
Men envy the suckling babe
and always miss something
Our bearded breastlings
who provide for us with their tax payments
smack their lips between appointments
and comfort themselves with cigarettes
After forty men should start being suckled again
publicly and for a fee
until they are sated and wishless
and stop having to cry in the john—
all alone
Shame
shame
shame

Credits
from Broken Glass Promenade, track released 15 June 2012

Track Credits
Composed by The StiKman with lyrics by Günter Grass
Engineered and Mixed by The StiKman

The StiKman: Vocals
David Immerglück: Guitar
Bill Barnes: Bass Guitar
Peter Josheff: Saxophones
Dave Shamrock: Trap Drums

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