Blue Monday-New Order/Orgy

How does it feel to treat me like you do?
When you've laid your hands upon me and told me who you are.
I thought I was mistaken, I thought I heard your words.
Tell me how do I feel. Tell me now, how do I feel.
Those who came before me lived through their vocations
from the past until completion, they'll turn away no more.
And still I find it so hard to say what I need to say.
But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me just how I should feel today.
I see a ship in the harbor. I can and shall obey.
But if it wasn't for your misfortune, I'd be a heavenly person today.
And I thought I was mistaken, and I thought I heard you speak
Tell me, how do I feel. Tell me now, how should I feel.
Now I stand here waiting...
I thought I told you to leave me when I walked down to the beach.
Tell me how does it feel, when your heart grows cold, grows cold, cold.

The Bad Touch – The Bloodhound Gang

Ha-Ha! Well now, we call this the act of mating
But there are several other very important differences
Between human beings and animals that you should know about

I'd appreciate your input

Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts
Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds
I want you smothered want you covered like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Come quicker than FedEx never reach an apex just like Coca-Cola stock you are inclined
To make me rise an hour early just like Daylight Savings Time

Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be Pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory"
So if I capsize on your thighs high tide, B-5 you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on I'm Mister Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool Time" you'll Lovett just like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggy style so we can both watch "X-Files"

Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin' horny now

Auf der Reeperbahn nachts um halb eins – Hans Albers
Words and Music by Ralph Arthur Roberts

Story about a Sailors 12:30am encounter with a professional "girl friend"
in Hamburg, Germany's redlight district, known as the Reeperbahn and a particular street: Herbert's Strasse

Silbern klingt und springt die Heuer, heut speel ick dat feine Oos.
Heute ist mir nichts zu teuer, morgen geht die Reise los.

Langsam bummel ich ganz alleine die Reeperbahn nach der Freiheit rauf.
Treff ich eine recht blonde, recht feine, die gabel ich mir auf.

Komm doch, liebe Kleine, sei die Meine, sag nicht nein!
Du sollst bis morgen früh um neune meine kleine Liebste sein.
Ist dir's recht, na dann bleib ich dir treu sogar bis um zehn.
Hak' mich unter, wir woll'n jetzt zusammen mal bummeln gehn.

Auf der Reeperbahn nachts um halb eins, ob du'n Mädel hast oder hast keins,
amüsierst du dich, denn das findet sich auf der Reeperbahn nachts um halb eins.

Wer noch niemals in lustiger Nacht solchen Reeperbahnbummel gemacht,
ist ein armer Wicht, denn er kennt dich nicht, mein Sankt Pauli, Sankt Pauli bei Nacht.

Kehr ich heim im nächsten Jahre, braun gebrannt wie'n Hottentott,
hast du deine blonden Haare schwarz gefärbt, vielleicht auch rot.

Grüßt dich dann mal ein fremder Jung', und du gehst vorüber und kennst ihn nicht,
kommt dir vielleicht die Erinnerung wieder, wenn leis' er zu dir spricht:

Komm doch, liebe Kleine, sei die meine, sag nicht nein!
Du sollst bis morgen früh um neune meine kleine Liebste sein.
Ist dir's recht, na dann bleib ich dir treu sogar bis um zehn.
Hak' mich unter, wir woll'n jetzt zusammen mal bummeln gehn.
Auf der Reeperbahn nachts um halb eins...