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Tony! Toni! Tone! It Feels Good
To pay writers more

Pay your writers as generously as possible Then you’ll feel less greedy It’s up to you — Pass out raises or keep paying us in seed
If the stingy label makes you enraged, then increase our pay If you don’t think it’s funny, don’t pay 1990 money Don’t demonize what’s profane, paying lint and pocket change
Dimes and dimes again, although I’m your Friend Oh, you have needs too? Let us service you
It will feel good to finally afford groceries It’ll feel good choking down your babies It will feel good warming inside our bellies It’ll feel good chewing your load for the team
Will it feel better if you hear us say your name?
ah, ah, Tony
This one-sided sixty-nine, call it sixty-eight If we swallow you, will you compensate?
And now it’s understood, you fancy fellatio Let me roundup rebel Friends of Glory Holes It’ll feel good to submit to you, guzzling 4X more from balls so blue But when milky jizz drips, be ready to pay
ah, ah, Tony
One whole night of fun, wallets full of ones, cleaning out your pipes, now you won’t be so tight
It will feel good, defending why we need profanity, why you must not punish erotica — Read Roxy Wright’s I Took A Cock In Ibiza
ah, ah, Tony
Met Sir Smillew, quite a funny fella, told me Tony’s got a pelt like Cruella Standing in line, our throats painted white Edward Swafford taught us all the tricks We’re suckin’ CEO dollars from dick Tony Stubblebine’s now more than a Friend
ah, ah, Tony
We kept strokin’ with our hands We all got down on our knees Maybe you don’t have a soul, pimpin’ us for pitiful pennies We didn’t even scrape our teeth We see you’re still pumpin’ hard Should we open every hole? See we’re not selfish just impoverished
Can you pay more, sir?
