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Originally Posted by hamlok
Ich weiß zwar nicht, was der Anlass ist, aber ich mach mal mit:
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Der Anlass war das Erscheinen des neuen Thomas-Pynchon-Romans, in dem eine Party gefeiert wird »like it’s 1999«.
Seitdem höre ich in meinem Kopf Stimmen:
In the Toilet [Hustle tempo]
Such a weird ’n’ wack-y feeling, wit’ your
Brains up on th’ ceiling, in the
Toi-let!
[Girl backup]—In the toi-let!
Coke and Ecstasy and weed,
Never know when you might need
Them in the toi-let
(All in-that, toi-let!)
Just come in to take a peek, end up
Stayin’ for a week, down in the
Toi-let! …
(Toilet! Toilet!)
All those mirrors, lotsa chrome, stuff you’d
Never try at home, here in thuhuh
Toi-let—
Whoa, oh, girl a-nd
[Release]
Boy, let
The night have its way,
Wave bye-bye to the day,
Don’t use nothin too much,
Have a look but don’t touch, or you’ll
Spoil it,
Just be cool, it’s the toi-hoi-let—
That expectant, disinfectant-heavy
Rest-room rendez-vooo …
Urinal smoothies, just like in the movies,
’ll charm ya right outta your, pants—come
To the
Toilet! flush all those
Troubles and dance!