CONNECTICUT'S FOR FUCKING Songtext

Stealing makeup, catching frogs

Cutting our feet on broken bottles

As we wade in the Shepaug

It's true for horses, cows and dogs...



Connecticut's for fucking

That's all there is to do.

I love to listen to classic rock

and have sex with you.


Doing hole shots at the mall

Writing Ozzy on a wall

Watch the corn get tall

There's nothing else to do at all.



Goin' where we always go

Doin' what we always do

Waitin' to turn into the people

We are bound to turn into.

What else do other people do?



Connecticut's for fucking

It's the Nutmeg state

If we can't afford to buy antiques

then we just copulate



Connecticut's for fucking

And Massachusetts too

I want to climb up the sleepy giant

and have sex with you.



Up in Fairfield

In Old Lyme

We're just fucking all the time.

Out in Derby

Down in Kent

We're all busy getting bent

In the Constitution State.



Connecticut's for fucking

While we're waiting to

Turn into the people

everyone here turns into.



Connecticut's for fucking.

There's nothing else to do.

I wanna listen to classic rock and have sex with you.



We all love to fuck in Connecticut.

We're all getting fucked in Connecticut.

Let's fuck!