Comin' Atcha

(Music and lyrics: Andy)

© 2008

Born from their mothers’ wombs
Knob first it’s safe to assume.
Three gifted strapping young boys:
Knob-packing bundles of joy.

Years on and the boys become lads
They all notice there’s minge to be had.
It was time their plan was unfurled
To broadcast their knobs to the world.

Knobcast comin’ atcha
Faster than a bullet or a ray from a blaster.
Knobcast comin’ atcha
Massive like a planet does that paint you a pitcher.

“A second coming,” said the devout,
They had a calling to get their word out.
Blessed with epic divining rods
Led to girls by the end of their knobs.

Short skirts, buns pert, high heels, tight jeans.
Short skirts, buns pert, high heels, no jeans.

Knobcast comin’ atcha
Faster than a bullet or a ray from a blaster.
Knobcast comin’ atcha
Massive like a planet does that paint you a pitcher.

Knobcast comin’ atcha
Knobs for life yeah we’re a permanent fixture.
Knobcast comin’ atcha
It’s the Word of Knob or so says the scripture.

Short skirts, buns pert, high heels, tight jeans.
Short skirts, buns pert, high heels, no jeans.

Knobcast comin’ atcha
Knobcast comin’ atcha
Knobcast comin’ atcha
Knobcast comin’ atcha
Knobcast comin’ atcha