The ballad of the fat old perv

I'm getting bored with masturbation
And the yellow tail is dulling too
So i'm staring at the cat rolling onto her back
And this picture of you
And i dream of him in queer black shoes
And all your red scars turning blue

Who had his chance, and who blew it
Who lost you, and who knew it
Who has absolutely nothing you want
Like i do
Like i do

Don't you miss my habit
Of calling you on all your shit
And clinging to your side like a mail order bride
Ah, don't you miss me, kid?

Which fat perv's twice your age
And fills your pretty head with rage
Who brings on disgust and loses your trust
I do
Like i do
Like i do

Boo-hoo
In the back row

(Boo-hoo)
In the front row
(Boo-hoo)
I can't hear you
(Boo-hoo)

In the back row
(Boo-hoo)
And now in the front row
(Boo-hoo)
Hold the lighter and sway it to and fro
Boo-hoo
Boo-hoo