Martin Scorsese Lyrics - Happy Hour - King Missile

This ones called Martin Scorsese 

He makes the best fuckin' films 

He makes the best fuckin' films 

If I ever meet him 

I'm gonna grab his fuckin' neck and just shake him 

And say thank you, thank you for makin' such excellent fuckin' movies 

Then I'd twist his nose all the way the fuck around 

And then rip off one of his ears and throw it 

Like a, like a, like a fuckin' Frisbee 

I wanna chew his fuckin' lips off 

And grab his head and suck out one of his eyes 

And chew on it and spit it out in his face 

And say thank you, thank you for all of your fuckin' films 

Then I'd pick him up by the hair 

Swing him over my head a few times 

And throw across the room 

And kick all his fuckin' teeth in 

And then stomp on his face 40 or 50 times 

'Cuz he makes the best fuckin' films 

He makes the best fuckin' films 

I've ever seen in my life 

I fuckin' love him, I fuckin' love him