Show the nuts © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "COOL FOR CATS" BY: SQUEEZE BONUS QUOTE: "The scenery in the play was beautiful, but the actors got in front of it." ALEXANDER WOOLLCOTT		Many years ago a friend *cough* of mine *cough* and his oversized late teenage confidence decided that he had what it takes to become a male star in the shadier and more private parts of the movie industry, so he charged it shouting "show us the money", only to have it shout back "show us your nuts"! (Actually they used another word than nuts, but I'm trying to keep this song within family friendly parameters, and the anatomical metaphor kielbasa isn't as easy to rhyme, so I'm evoking artistic license in this general area). All in all that turned out to be a dickhead career move and he left the scene almost as soon as he had come there. Here's his story, believe as much of it as you want to. ;-) The original song and a video for it can be heard/seen HERE. My agent's making signals that it's time to show my ass The fluffer's in position and she's such a lovely lass This gig is really corporeal, I'm bringing up the rear I don't mind that it's hirsute, it's the limelight that I fear I throw out my remorses and my clothing in a heap And I walk in pumped but staggering 'cos I feel kinda cheap And the director runs around and scream to show my nuts To show my nuts! (Show the nuts!) I signed up for this movie 'cos I got wallet broke And get to bang some Sheilas without wine and dine, just poke And now I work my fingers and the cream puff casting game In and out I swiftly move by numbers and on dames It's funny how the screenplay always cut out the first base But halfway the photographer decides to show her face I'm shocked - it is my mother - and she screams to show more nuts To show more nuts! (Show your nuts!) This dips my mood and bundle, I hear Jaws-type rub-a-dub I'm losing ehhh…reflection, I'm heading for the scrub I'm drinking this, I'm drinking that, the contract's got me fleshed I have a fit and panic but the fine print has me meshed But they provide me bitters and it's going to my bat And by the time I'm blotto I've forgotten where I'm at So everybody yells again that I must show my nuts Must show my nuts (It was nuts!) That's the way the stalwart contract surely got fulfilled I think it's manifested as my every drop was spilled I try to duck my mother and I'm planning to get stoned But then she serves me coffee and a bowl of homemade scones She says we're making moolah and she calls me her male twat I say "I'll see you 'gator" and I hint she's gotten fat 'Cos it's not going on my CV that I showed my nuts I showed my nuts! (I'm a putz!) © Peter Andersson 2008
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