So many hours, so many days, so many nights
Where do we go?
Head in the clouds, feet on the ground, well endowed
What can we do?

Too much godly muscle poking through the cloud
Flesh like honey
I reach out for his lightning bolt, he slaps me to the ground
Where's my mummy?

Zeus' Masseuse put to good use, yeh
Zeus' muscles choose Zeus' Masseuse, yeh

So many weeks, so many months, so many years
Where do they go?
Priest in the bag having a fag
It's such a drag watching the show
Watching them go

There ain't no sun in there, dear
I'm shooting for the stars
Spat out dummy
I asked him for a planet, he gave me a Mars bar
Rumbling tummy

Zeus' Masseuse put to good use, yeh
Zeus' muscles choose Zeus' Masseuse, yeh

Aromatherapy then a massage
With a rub and dub with his rubber duck in a bubbly bath

Zeus' Masseuse put to good use, yeh
Zeus' muscles choose Zeus' Masseuse, yeh
Ah, tell me, did he bite?
Ah, out of spite?

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