Beth and Amber lived in the house together They tickled each other pink with an osterich feather Went to work each day where separately they shined Then they came back home and did the daily grind Beth she was the one who liked to be confined Amber made sure the restraints were fur-lined They'd giggle when they'd had a bit too much fine wine Then they'd slip upstairs for a bit of that daily grind And then they did the daily grind Strap-on heaven one more time Juices flowing out sweet divine Feeling wild and free and in fact ultimately fine Years ago in college they started a folk-rock band Just two acoustic guitars and legions of loyal fans Their songs on the radio were seldom hard to find And after concerts all their fans went home and did the daily grind And then they did the daily grind Strap-on heaven one more time Juices flowing out sweet divine Feeling wild and free and in fact ultimately fine The old man next door would sit all day and grumble He'd stare at them and sneer, oh hey, that they were trouble He'd whisper to his wife "They ain't the normal kind" "From what I can tell there must be something wrong with their minds!" And now we reach the climax of this song Beth stood her ground and said "I ain't done nothin' wrong!" Amber shouted out "Hey world, you're so fucking blind!" Right then and there they started working that daily grind And then they did the daily grind Strap-on heaven in each other's behind Juices flowing out sweet divine Feeling wild and free and in fact ultimately fine Wild and free and in fact ultimately fine |