World's Fuckedest Cunt Lyrics

Well who could know. the party's just beginning. Party shirt and pants a bit too tight. Put's on a show, coz he knows he'll be winning. The answer's clear it's there in black and white. It's closing time, but he is just beginning- eyes open wide and a mouth that won't relent. He's feeling fine, his head and body spinning. Hands twitching on. he's in his element. He's your best mate, can't stand up straight. So let's celebrate. the W.F.C He's out of breath, he's nearing death. He's at his best, the W.F.C. Well he's still there. after the party's over. With half the night, splattered down his front. Beer flavoured hair. Trying to act sober. He starts a fight but it's just an accident. He's your best mate, can't stand up straight. So let's celebrate. the W.F.C He's out of breath, he's nearing death. He's at his best, the W.F.C. Obscenely rude, bad attitude likes to get nude. the W.F.C.. He's lost his shoe, he's without a clue he's just like you, the W.F.C.