The lonely nights are gone. But now you’re making us all sick,
the way you’re carrying on Put your tongue in your mouth,
keep your hands off her ass
It’s an embarrassing public display
Have you no sense of shame?
Or get a room, we’ll all pitch in
If you’ll go away.
A string of spit connects your mouths,
I’m trying hard not to look. And all the endless baby talk
is going to make me puke I don’t care who’s the bigger schmoopy head I’m hearing you talk and I wish I was dead
oh baby, oh honey, oh pumpkin, oh schnookums, oh babe. Get a room, I’ll pay for it - if you’ll go away. Go away.
Just bring it down a notch or two, you’re gathering a crowd And I can tell from over here, you’re visibly aroused.
Don’t dry hump in restaurants, it’s unsanitary and rude. Now it’s dinner and a show, but I just wanted food. While you’re having you’re heated session, in the busiest intersection. Knock it off, now the light is green.
Or get a room- we’ll all pitch in, if you’ll go away. Go away. Go away. Go away. Or break up. Or fuck off. Knock it off.
This is the song I played to cleanse my soul after Aud and I watched two of the Twilight movies in a row.
They are so bad. SO BAD.
But hearing the Rifftrax guys make fun of the creepiness is a balm on my soul, and I am better for sitting through it.