The Sloppy Boys – Gardens of Gomorrah Lyrics
Artist: The Sloppy Boys
Song: Gardens of Gomorrah
Aw
Aw
Midtown mama, she’s so uptight
She’s so uptight, she’s so uptight
All tucked away on her ivory shelf
She’s easy on the eyes but she’s hard on herself
You gotta get down loose with your boy
Rapunzel, let down your shorts
Tell your mama, tell your papa
And all the church ladies sing
In the gardens of gomorrah
You can do anything you wanna do
No one’s creeping, no one’s peeping
No one’s narcing, no lookey-loos
You can dump a slurpee down your bro when you dance
You can jam cheese fries down the back of your pants
You can take a load off
You can take off your jeans
Sit bare-ass naked on a plate of poutine
Jet down to the bordеr, that’s the plan
Cut an album on a farm, yes we can
Evеry weekend, i’m with the weeknd
I strip for tips on the sunset strip
In the gardens of gomorrah
You can be anything you wanna be
Be a pervert, be a sicko
Be a jagoff, a f#cking sleaze
I’m back at home but it’s not the same
Still got the t-man running through your brain
I showed you my world
I showed you my #ss
You’re not going back to that grad school class
You realize gomorrah was more than a place
Does it live in my heart? not the case
You’re wrestlin’ with a dude
Now who could that be?
The motherf#ckin’ one-time emmy nominee
You gotta spread the word cause it’ll ruin their weeks
To see such a fit bird with a big fat greek
We sent you to college
We spent all that money
But mom, but dad, his podcast’s funny
He’s got all these cool tabasco shirts
His bud dry hat made me squirt my skirt
I shake and quiver when his hand’s on my butt
He said he’d introduce me to hanni and dutts
When i see him i’m drenched
When he sings i just ooze
I gotsa to toucha this here chubby dude
Niagara, the nile, the adriatic sea
That’s what i’m like on his t-bird seat
Your dad’s all mad but you know he’s just jealous
He’ll never land a man who’s played coachella
Meanwhile your mom’s turned me into a simp
Who you think gave you those two sweater blimps?
Your neck, your back
Your p#ss#, your crack
I won’t be textin’ any one of ‘em back
Cause i’m movin’ on to the next city
“but timmy, i love you!”
Yeah, well life’s shitty
Mama, papa, baby
Mama, papa, m#th*rf#ck*r
Mama, papa, baby
Mama, papa, sister, brother
Tell your pappy
Tell your nieces and your nephew
Tell your doctor
Tell your f#ckin’ cousin greg too
In the gardens of gomorrah
You can meet anyone you wanna meet
Meet the kat-man, meet k-kalpy
The muddaf#cka, the greek physique
Anything i wanna do
Anything i wanna do
Anything i wanna do
Anything i wanna do
Oh jehova (anything i wanna do)
Mary, joseph (anything i wanna do)
Vishnu, allah (anything i wanna do)
Holy moses (anything i wanna do)
Crinkle curly (anything i wanna do)
Wet your waffle (anything i wanna do)
Steak or shoestring (anything i wanna do)
Battered loaded (anything i wanna do)
Aw
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Release Year: 2023