» Singing the wrong words

alternative words to copa cobana
written for my friends hannah, how everyone thought was a man

His name has Ha-nn-ah
He was a chick-boy
With dried semen in his hair
And his bits tucked under there
He did sucky sucky, for ten dollar
He wore a gag, as he liked to holla
To him it wasn’t a chore, to be a dirty whore
he had many STD’s and his ass was sore

At the copa, copa-co hannah
Not feminine in any kind of manner
At the copa, copa-co hannnnnnah
Rope and some lashings will stop him from thrashing
At the copa, give it a shove.

Copa-co-hannah,

(trumpet)

Then now hannah
she’d had the sex change.
on the shelf behind the bar
she kept her penis in a jar
but all those hormones, they made her queasy
men all kept coming, as no one was so easy
And now she had a hole, she could meet her goal
Without even touching the sides, fuck a telegraph pole

At the copa, copa co hannah
To enter you’ll need a route planner
At the copa, copa co hannah
It is best if she sucks it, cos she’s like a bucket
At the copa, wear a glove

Middle 8 copa co hannah etc etc

And now she’s hannah
She works on helpdesk
Reminising of her tepid past
From the pain within her arse
And from her colleagues, there’s only one wish
Is that she shut her legs and rid the smell of fish
It did not work her plan, she’s changed from a man
And to top it off she’s a lesbi-an

At the copa, copa co hannah
Wearing dungerees and handy with a spanner
At the copa, copa co hannah
Go sailing on a barge, on her river of discharge
At the copa,, run away love!!
(Sun 30th Jan 2005, 11:55, More)

» Scars with history

when i was 7
the cleaner had mopped the floor in the cloak room and i came running in needing the toilet. I skidded across the floor taking out two sinks, cracking open my forehead head and covering the floor, blood and walls in blood, blacking out and pissing myself.

I now have a small titanium plate at the front of my skull
(Sun 6th Feb 2005, 16:23, More)