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We live in the dullest state Package stores all close at eight Malls are full of optometrists And restaurants we hate Swimming across Lake Quassapaug 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? SongtexteConnecticut'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! Aus Songtexte Mania