B. Bolger
B. is 31 years old.
She is the Trumpet Player of The Petting Zoo.
B. is also known as "The Sexy Disturbing".
B. is located in Tromsø at Blue Dreams.
B. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
I was hanging around in graveyards before you kids decided it was cool
Creepy Uncle
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Song Details
Creepy Uncle is Easy Listening music in tempo Andante. The music is revolutionary and the lyrics are mind melting. The song was written 7/16/2014 by B. Bolger. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
91 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Classical |
| Owner: |
The Petting Zoo |
| First Revealed: |
1/27/2015 |
Dominant Instruments
Lead Vocals
Banjo
Accordion
Trumpet
Special Lyrics
He looks up your skirt
He asks you to flirt
His hands are all over the place
He makes sleazy jokes
His thumb at you pokes
And he sticks his tongue right in your face
He's your creepy uncle
The one they warn you about
The one whose name they all shout
When they're making their lists
Of non-feminists
He's your creepy uncle
He just doesn't care
If his permanent stare
Makes you feel slightly strange
Cos your body's in range
Creepy uncle, stop creeping on me!
His hand on your thigh
Starts reaching too high
Fingers in most private parts
You can see him look on
When you're changing your thong
When you bend you know where his eye darts
He's your creepy uncle
The one they warn you about
The one whose name they all shout
When they're making their lists
Of non-feminists
He's your creepy uncle
His house is a lair
If you go up the stair
Don't be shocked when you find
He's made up his mind
Creepy uncle, stop creeping on me!
He's watching you walk
And you just cannot talk
His gaze has you under control
You take off your clothes
And for him you pose
And offer to grease up his pole
He's your creepy uncle
The one they warn you about
The one whose name they all shout
When they're making their lists
Of non-feminists
He's your creepy uncle
You know that he's bad
But his smirk makes you glad
That he's creeping your way
And what harm comes from play?
Creepy uncle, keep creeping on me!