Disco Slammer

Feel good,
That's what the cash is for,
In the jar, on the fridge,
But only for emergencies,
Take a peak,
There's just enough to go around,
Time to get up,
Time to get down,
So dress to kill...

They don't call me "Disco Slammer" for nothing,
I'm needed there,
Cause I make them dance like they have not a care.
They won't know what the party is like till I get them down on the dance floor.

Living like a pauper but I'm loving like a king,
Lay you down those rhythms, entice you to shake that thing,
So get up and dance and get yourself feeling grand,
Make your way back into Wonderland.

They don't call me "Disco Slammer" for nothing...

Bite Me

Doesn't listen to her mother but she'll do what Daddy wants,
How convenient I've been drinking apple juice,
And she wants something warm and Fuzzy inside her,
Not to mention all those gadgets that are buzzing beside her,
And she claims to be a good girl,
But hey, that's no excuse.

Bite me.
Excite me.
Throw me in between the sheets and fight me.
Instruct me.
Conduct me.
And if you're still not satisfied then destruct me.

I got a shredded back and carpet burns,
And my arms and chest and shoulders ache,
And even thought I'm sore,
All I want is more,
'Cause I don't give a damn if I'm about to break.

And you're not a good girl if you don't,
Or a bad girl if you do,
Besides,
Good girls need to be bad too...