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Sugar Hut (Tune to Copa Cobanna) |
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(Verse One) Her name was Jodie She was a low girl With knotted extentions in her hair And no underwear way down there (she's so tiny!) She loved her Lashes And loathed her Dave Boil And while she thought herself a star Her poor lungs were black with tar (Trying to) make her website visitors pay Any man who didn't fancy her was gay Every night she'd gather up her hanger-ons And they'd dance a-way... (Chorus One) At the Sugar Hut Sugar Hut in Brentwood Dragging it's reputation through the mud! At the Sugar Hut Sugar Hut in Brentwood A Town Called Malice plays While a good night out is slayed At the Sugar... she steals her men! (Verse Two) Her name was Jodie She was a glamour model But that was many years ago When she wasn't a bitter old ho Now she's all washed up Banned from her Sugar Hut Now appearing at charity stores One job away from working as a ho-ore (won't be long!) Having to give her clothes away Cause nobody would buy them anyday And all her haters want to know is... Will she blog to-day? (or this month these days!) (Chorus Two) At the Sugar Hut Sugar Hut in Brentwood Now hosting the tack-fest of deadwood (wedding) At the Sugar Hut Sugar Hut in Brentwood A Town Called Malice plays A restraining order Jodie must obay At the Sugar... 'twas Jodie free!
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