Hello groupie, we're a band
Hang out with us; that's our plan
You will ball us all tonight
We're sure hoping that you're tight

You will fall for our tired rap
No condoms, so you'll get the clap
When we're done with you a bit later you'll feel like a sap

Now you're drooling and non-plussed
On your lips has formed a crust
After all the sex we've had
Your appearance is quite sad

You're so wasted; can barely stand
Things just haven't worked out as you had planned
In another moment you'll have sex with the whole damn 'band'

Fell for one of our lame schemes
Laughter now blocks out your screams
Legs are spread and hands are bound
And now the 'drummer' turns you around

Kind of rough what they're doing to you
So many of them that you've had to screw
In the morning it's very likely you'll be feeling blue