N. Situnayake-Cameron
N. is 63 years old.
He is the Lead Singer of Nargol K & The Kumquatch.
N. is also known as "TAFKA 'Son Of Orgazmo'".
N. is located in London at Main Street 34.
N. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to do nothing in order to get ahead professionally.
Sunday Morning Fever
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Song Details
Sunday Morning Fever is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Moderato. The music is terrific and the lyrics are terrific. The song was written 12/21/2006 by N. Situnayake-Cameron. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
55 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
20 |
| Genre: |
Pop |
| Owner: |
NIgel C & The Cumshots |
| First Revealed: |
12/21/2006 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed. |
Dominant Instruments
Backup Vocals
Lead Vocals
Backup Vocals
Special Lyrics
Sample : Girl screaming with annoying voice : "Who the FUCK are you and WHAT are you doing in my bathrobe ? Take it OFF and give me oral pleasure aaaaaalll day long, or I'll scream for my Mom"
(Nigel walks on stage dressed in a pink fluffy girly bathrobe, looking rather pretending to be embarassed)
Sunday Morning Fever
It never gets any easier
I'm trying so hard to leave her
but she'just wants me to please her
After the gig on the town all night
clubbing my bloody rocks off
enjoy a drink and a real man's fight
or some puking and hiccups
tryin'to pull a bird
she gives me a hard on
but I can't find my words
and act like a moron
she has a friend
round as a donut
obviously bent
but she'll do for the moment
I'm ready to jump
anything that has boobies
I'm as dumb as I'm drunk
so I'll settle for the groupie
Her name seems to be Edith
and she's the skank of the year
not the kind I'd rather be with
but she gives me lots of beer
That's the bell for the last round
so I gotta decide
off to the dogpound
or go for the low ride
well you can expect
one thing led to the next
I make the easy conquest
and roll off and crash
a few hours later
I wake up on the floor
I try not to wake hér
and stumble to the door
I can't find my clothes
god knows where I left them
so I put on her robe
cause I learned Basic Theft and then
I look at the thing
that pushed me out of bed
what have I been drinking
to fancy a beast like that
but what's even worse
the door it is locked
so I swear and I curse
that's just my gorram luck
she opens her eyes
hungry for more
she moans 'Come on Nige
let's even the score'
The beast is alive
my drunken mistake
is collecting her prize
how can I escape ?
I mumble excuses
and she throws the pillow
I feel such a loser
and jump through the window
groupies are great
unless it is Edith
she'll infect you with the Plague
that Sunday Morning Fever
She wants me to stay
and go down to eat her
but she smells like an open grave
and infectuous diseases
Sunday Morning Fever
It never gets any easier
I'm trying so hard to leave her
but she just wants me to please her
Sunday Morning Fever
I wouldn't want to grieve her
but she'd better wash that beaver
before Luigi comes to squeeze her
Copyrights by Norwegian Morning Wood
Covers
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