Gladiator

You should see her use a gun

She slips her nit-picking in in any way for everyone

More than an occasional hazard

You run the risk of conceiving a bastard

You should see her use a gun

She slips her nit-picking in in any way for everyone

More than an occasional hazard

You run the risk of conceiving a bastard

In remembrance of the truth

In remembrance of Aunt Ruth

In memory of the gun

In memory of everyone

And of the warm sun

And the pain in my side

But if you ask her where she's gone

She'll spout a banter on and on

About a germ free place

About a germ free place in anywhere

Her sexual comedy from now until eternity

There is no joking, Moe, who knows what's going on

A droll spoof of a tragedy of awkward mediocrity

Performed on the plains of Serengeti