There worst song yet!

The Gold Moon and the Parking Ticket
by Nuna

Gold moon, you saw me porn watching alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a winning lottery ticket of my own.

Gold moon, you knew just what I was there for,
You heard me saying a prayer for,
A winning lottery ticket I really could care for.

And then suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms could ever hold.
I heard somebody whisper 'abracadabra'
But when I looked, that moon had turned to a parking ticket!

Oh oh oh...

Gold moon, now I'm no longer alone,
Without a dream in my heart, without a parking ticket of my own.

You better shape up,
'Cause I need a winning lottery ticket,
And instead I got a parking ticket.
You better shape up;
You better understand,
To my heart I must be true.
And this parking ticket and me are through!

We go together,
Like Steven Gerrard and Batman, Like Batman and Steven Gerrard.
Remembered forever,
As muddy muddy muddy patronising-patronising boom de boom de boom.

Well - a well - a well - a huh...
Tell me more, tell me more,
Is Coronation Street really better than EastEnders?

Tell me more, tell me more,
Is the parking ticket a joke?

Tell me more, tell me more,
Where is my sodding winning lottery ticket?

Porn watching dreams ripped at the seams, but oh those porn watching nights.