Seka in the Sun
Harry Smothers
(Tune: "Seasons in the Sun" by Terry Jacks
Good-bye to Seka, dearest friend,
You are the one who loved me to the end
You never lay there like a cod
Snuggled right up to my bod
Said I tasted just like God
Seka, you know it's hard to die
When Traci Lords is bouncing on my thigh
I never knew she was so young
So much p***y, so much tongue
Now to the networks she has swung
Chorus:
Good-bye Papa, I was no fool
I made a fortune from the family tool
But some Manny, Jack, or Mo
Unsafe sex, illicit blow
They weren't the Pep Boys that I know
Good-bye Papa, it's hard to die
When all the boys are swinging in the sky
I put my dong in everywhere
Little children, lusty mare
When you see them I'll be there
Chorus:
Good-bye Suze Randall, little one
You were the best director in the sun
Your inside shots were pretty weak
Too much moan and too much squeak
Made it hard to reach my peak
Good-bye to Suze, it's hard to die
When Ginger Lynn is f***ing other guys
Now that her tail is in the air,
With the male stars everywhere
I wish that we could both be there
Chorus:
Written 1998 by Gerald L. Bliss.
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This song is a mix of facts and fantasy about John C. Holmes, whose death of AIDS threw the entire porn industry into a panic. I am not an avid porn viewer, or I might have had more facts. I'm sorry if this song offends you, it could be no other way.