(Royston and Antony Langdon) *Here, Antony writes a good-humored song about getting laid when all else fails. As a running joke, Ant claims to have written the song in a different city for every time the song is played.* Love, love, love... Oh what a crazy, lazy life Shot gun wedding to a hooker wife Down in the sewer, I'm fishin for a bone You best tell your daddy that you're not coming home (Chorus) Ah, go ahead and call me loser Sell my soul off to the dudes Tell me that I'll never get paid At least I got laid, at least I got laid And though the memories fade away At least I got laid, at least I got laid Oh, what a tragic waste of time Snuggling with that model as she chops out a line Not much to offer, she's nothing to see Well I thought she was a lesbian, but I think that I'm gay (Chorus) Now I know all I need to know I've had my highs, I've lived my lows I've gone as far as I can go And I'm frozen to the bone Listen now... At least I got laid, at least I got laid And though the memories fade away At least I got laid, at least I got laid He got laid, she got laid (x4)