Spa Patrol wrote: Good grief.
Everyone knows the guy was a Sun Spa mole gathering intel for a smear campaign on Fantacy Spa.
Can't get any lower than that unless you slither on your belly like a worm.
Makes me think of the Wiggley Worm by Devo...you know how to do it
Spa Patrol: wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.
You are not in focus (pinch the buns und pass the weenie
looking for the perfect queen bee) In your
heart you know this (mirror, mirror on the wall,
who is the phoniest of all) Through the cracks you
crawl (in between the contradictions, what is
truth and what is friction) With no legs at all
(in the corner with the pie, you kissed the girls
and made them cry but when the boys came out to
play, you made a perfect getaway) Wiggley,
wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley wiggley,
wiggley, viggley, wiggley worm Now your dreams
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have come true (high atop an ivory tower, counting
every pre-cious hour) There is nothing to do (in
the comfort of the soil there is no place for
sweat and toil) Bigger fish get fried (I don't
want to grow a head, I'd rather fuck myself
instead) In the grass you hide (mommy told me, and
its true, I am a better worm than you oh, how I
love the squeaky sound of music from the
Underground) Wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley,
wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley, wiggley worm
When is man not a man? When
he's a sham Stick the
bait upon the hook Wigqley, wiggley, wiggley,
wiggley, wiggley wigqley, wiggley, wiggley,
wiggley worm