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King Solomon sittin' stillHe sits on his graveThe tourists are singingHome on the rangeHe wigs out in the Frolic RoomAnd breaks all the mirrorsAnd someone starts yelling"Man, he is weird!"Sex killerSex killerSex killerMan, he is bound to get youI used to hate SoloHe hated me the sameI used to hate SoloHad to see him everydayHe turned my wife to the mudHis mass abused my sonHe put me on his alter for kicksThen, he said "You are sick."Sex killerSex killerSex killerSongtexteMan, he is bound to get youNow, Solo sits nakedHe watches the clockHe's waiting for GodTo come out of the boxBut, the feminists move inAnd break down the doorsHe jumpps up with a rubber noseAnd says, "You're a bore."Sex killerSex killerSex killerMan, he is bound to get you Aus Songtexte Mania