(Royston and Antony Langdon)



*Here, Antony writes a good-humored song about getting laid when all else fails. As a running joke, Ant claims to have written the song in a different city for every time the song is played.*



Love, love, love…



Oh what a crazy, lazy life

Shot gun wedding to a hooker wife

Down in the sewer, I'm fishin for a bone

You best tell your daddy that you're not coming home

(Chorus)



Ah, go ahead and call me loser

Sell my soul off to the dudes

Tell me that I'll never get paid

At least I got laid, at least I got laid

And though the memories fade away

At least I got laid, at least I got laid



Oh, what a tragic waste of time

Snuggling with that model as she chops out a line 

Not much to offer, she's nothing to see

Well I thought she was a lesbian, but I think that I'm gay



(Chorus)



Now I know all I need to know

I've had my highs, I've lived my lows

I've gone as far as I can go

And I'm frozen to the bone



Listen now…

At least I got laid, at least I got laid

And though the memories fade away

At least I got laid, at least I got laid

He got laid, she got laid (x4)