Rodzroom

Good old junk email… What better way to celebrate the bane of modernity than with the blues?

Lyrics:
my prescriprion drugs for free
naked girls are smiling at me
in my spam
spam spam spam spam spam

i can make my manhood long
then keep it hard and stiff and strong
with my spam
spam spam spam spam spam
just don’t tell ’em who i am
and i’m sure i won’t get no more spam

in nigeria there’s a prince i know
who needs help with his international cash flow
and spam
spam spam spam spam spam

all he needs is my account number then
he’ll blow up some buildings with a dc-10
and spam
spam spam spam spam spam
just don’t tell ’em who i am
and i’m sure i won’t get no more spam

my generation when all is said and told
is sex drugs and international terrorism
and spam
spam spam spam spam spam
just don’t tell ’em who i am
and i’m sure i won’t get no more spam