| Song | Big Time |
| Artist | Freak Power |
| Album | Drive-Thru Booty |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Big time lovers in a king-size bed, | |
| Small town freaks and the local head. | |
| The ding-a-ling girls dive dressed to kill | |
| The boys giggled but they caught it on film. | |
| Big Daddy Love took the room downstairs, | |
| There was cats hanging out in their underwear. | |
| He said, “It smells funky,” but he's back for more. | |
| The ninja sex was on the second floor. | |
| The ground floor babies love to flip and trip | |
| Up in the attic with the gooby whip. | |
| Drowned your sorrows with the friends that you keep. | |
| You trashed the garden the fell asleep. | |
| Gilbert and George standing on there heads, | |
| Four on the floor and then four in the bed. | |
| Daisy Lady come shave our skins, | |
| One's too fat and the other's too thin. | |
| Freaky evenings as I recall, | |
| Courtesy of the old snowballs. | |
| Felt tip tripping with the marker sluts, | |
| Tha Fonk Moose done drive you nuts. | |
| Sunday night fever and we're totally wired, | |
| Lord Lenny Lutch is just about retired, | |
| We still watch Elvis on the split screen show, | |
| The party's cardy's stone fit to blow. | |
| Timothy Leary said to Kenny Sharfe, | |
| "I think you need another cheeky half." | |
| We've got Chris Eubank with the serious shit, | |
| As your attorney I advise you to quit. | |
| Garfield on the sofa with the freaks galore, | |
| The Diceman hit him and he rolled a four. | |
| He dug the kid's style and he's friend the roach, | |
| We've got fear and loathing on the Southern Coast, | |
| It's the big time, (gonna get by, by, by,) | |
| It's the big time, (Totally fried, fried, fried.) |
| Big time lovers in a kingsize bed, | |
| Small town freaks and the local head. | |
| The dingaling girls dive dressed to kill | |
| The boys giggled but they caught it on film. | |
| Big Daddy Love took the room downstairs, | |
| There was cats hanging out in their underwear. | |
| He said, " It smells funky," but he' s back for more. | |
| The ninja sex was on the second floor. | |
| The ground floor babies love to flip and trip | |
| Up in the attic with the gooby whip. | |
| Drowned your sorrows with the friends that you keep. | |
| You trashed the garden the fell asleep. | |
| Gilbert and George standing on there heads, | |
| Four on the floor and then four in the bed. | |
| Daisy Lady come shave our skins, | |
| One' s too fat and the other' s too thin. | |
| Freaky evenings as I recall, | |
| Courtesy of the old snowballs. | |
| Felt tip tripping with the marker sluts, | |
| Tha Fonk Moose done drive you nuts. | |
| Sunday night fever and we' re totally wired, | |
| Lord Lenny Lutch is just about retired, | |
| We still watch Elvis on the split screen show, | |
| The party' s cardy' s stone fit to blow. | |
| Timothy Leary said to Kenny Sharfe, | |
| " I think you need another cheeky half." | |
| We' ve got Chris Eubank with the serious shit, | |
| As your attorney I advise you to quit. | |
| Garfield on the sofa with the freaks galore, | |
| The Diceman hit him and he rolled a four. | |
| He dug the kid' s style and he' s friend the roach, | |
| We' ve got fear and loathing on the Southern Coast, | |
| It' s the big time, gonna get by, by, by, | |
| It' s the big time, Totally fried, fried, fried. |
| Big time lovers in a kingsize bed, | |
| Small town freaks and the local head. | |
| The dingaling girls dive dressed to kill | |
| The boys giggled but they caught it on film. | |
| Big Daddy Love took the room downstairs, | |
| There was cats hanging out in their underwear. | |
| He said, " It smells funky," but he' s back for more. | |
| The ninja sex was on the second floor. | |
| The ground floor babies love to flip and trip | |
| Up in the attic with the gooby whip. | |
| Drowned your sorrows with the friends that you keep. | |
| You trashed the garden the fell asleep. | |
| Gilbert and George standing on there heads, | |
| Four on the floor and then four in the bed. | |
| Daisy Lady come shave our skins, | |
| One' s too fat and the other' s too thin. | |
| Freaky evenings as I recall, | |
| Courtesy of the old snowballs. | |
| Felt tip tripping with the marker sluts, | |
| Tha Fonk Moose done drive you nuts. | |
| Sunday night fever and we' re totally wired, | |
| Lord Lenny Lutch is just about retired, | |
| We still watch Elvis on the split screen show, | |
| The party' s cardy' s stone fit to blow. | |
| Timothy Leary said to Kenny Sharfe, | |
| " I think you need another cheeky half." | |
| We' ve got Chris Eubank with the serious shit, | |
| As your attorney I advise you to quit. | |
| Garfield on the sofa with the freaks galore, | |
| The Diceman hit him and he rolled a four. | |
| He dug the kid' s style and he' s friend the roach, | |
| We' ve got fear and loathing on the Southern Coast, | |
| It' s the big time, gonna get by, by, by, | |
| It' s the big time, Totally fried, fried, fried. |