I’ve Watched Her Career – Wondered Mouth Open All A Fuck Agog
I’ve Laughed Out Loud At Her Antics: She Is Not As Thick As Fog
When In A Taxie Cab She Puked In A Coat Sleve Held At The Wrist
Sliding Along The Back Seat – Absloutly Hammered, Well Pissed
Her Face Is So Ugly It’s A Beautiful Work Of Modern Art Itself
She Reminds Me Of Some Fairytale, Underground Wicked Elf
I Love Her Crooked Jaw Line – It’s So Incredably Out Of Sync
To Me She’s A Sex Goddess – A Voluptuous Girl In Erotic Pink
I’d Love To Fuck Her Hard And Deep For Days In Her Orgy Tent
Oh Tracey – Come Be With Me, Now, Forever – Say Goodby To Rent
Eat The Fruit Of Hot Aching Loins Sail On A White Ocean Of Sperm
Intertwined, Underground In The Dark World Of The Artist Worm
Together, Climbing Seaman Sculptured Blankets In The Tate
Fuck Those Who Think This Is Not Art- It Is A Destiny Lovefate
Who Gives A Toss For Those Who Say She Is Not Even Second Rate
I’m In Artisic Heaven, Soaring The Universe Riding A Sex Nymphet
Can She Draw, Paint, Sculpt, Etch, Print, Collage, Or Even Fucking Knit
They Say She Can’t Create Using Numbers From A Grayon Box Kit
But Shallow Critics Can Say What They Like We Don’t Give A Shit
We’re All Abstract Artists Now – Me ‘N R Trace Are A Cunting Smash Hit
Pseuds Can’t Get Enough Of Our Work – Two Farts In A Jam Jar Hid
Me ‘N Our Trace Are Exhibiting At The Regal Royal Academy Tonight
We’ve Already Sold Two A Them Fart Jars For Six Fuck Million Quid
So All You Sucker-Fuckers Who Says Our Tracey’s Not Bastard Bright?
We Don’t Care – We Just Drink Ourselves Stupid And We Fuck All Night.
