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I wanna talk about some guys with glitter on their eyes and cute lips |E///|A7///|E///|////| It's an all-purpose noise that's already put the boys in the chips |A7///|////|E///|////| If you're talkin' about pre-teen sex you're talkin' 'bout Black Funk Rex |G///|C/D/|E///| || Black Funk Rex are cuddly as rabbits |E///|////| They drone about elves and they drool about hobbits |E///|////| But their warmed-over whimsicality hardly inhibits |E///|////| Their wide repertoire of nauseating habits |E7///|////| And when the amplifiers roar |A7///|////|E///|E///| They sound like fairies waging atomic war |G///|C/D/|E///|////|| They got one riff to their name |A///| Which isn't to their shame |A///| 'Cause the secret of their fame |A///| And the basis of the game |A///| Is that every song's the same |A///| And when the bass booms down there |E///| Like a constipated bear |E///| Breaking wind inside its lair |E///| Perspiration fills your hair |E///| And the lead shrieks up here |A///| Till it fills your mind with fear |A///| That an electronic spear |A///| Being hammered up your rear |A///| Is coming out your ear |A///| But the rhythm's got one lick |E///| So flatulently slick |E///| It's guaranteed to make you sick |E///| And the drummer's got one stick |E///| But he hits you like a kick |E///| In the stomach from a hick |E///| Serving ten years in the nick |E///| And the singer is a prick |A///| With a breath-bereaving trick |A///| Of twitching like a chick |A///| Who gives her bum a flick |A///| Like a giant facial tick |A///| And you couldn't call 'em quick |A///| In fact they're thicker than a brick |A///| But when they all turn up the wick |B///|B///| It brings the tots |G///| Screaming up out of their prams and cots |C/D/|E///|| Black Funk Rex is the music of tomorrow |E///|////| Say it with pride though you hear it with sorrow |E///|////| They're the Middle Earth between L.A. and EC4 |A///|////|E///|////| And your middle ear has never suffered like this before |G///|C/D/|E///|E///|| I'm talkin' 'bout some guys with glitter on their eyes and cute lips |E///|A7///|E///|////| It's an all-purpose noise that's already put the boys in the chips |A7///|////|E///|////| If you're talkin' about pre-teen sex you're talkin' 'bout Black Funk Rex |G///|C/D/|E///| ||