[sound of a risen wrenching rod igniting waves of warmth]

I love to hold it my hands formed like a brace
Roll it ’twixt my fingers in its raising apogee
(I love it)
Push it like a piston charging hard at engine start
Into her hot nook—placing it in there is an art

[more rod sounds]
It’s getting hot, like a furnace wrought
[more rod sounds]
It’s getting hot as a fur-niche plot

I’ll ream right
I’ll ream right
I’ll ream right in as I poke ’er place
(Goes in, that rod before me)
I’ll ream right
I’ll ream right
I’ll ream right in as I poke ’er place
(Glowin’ that rod before me)

P-p-p-poke ’er place, p-p-p-poke ’er place
[more rod sounds]
P-p-p-poke ’er place, p-p-p-poke ’er place
[more rod sounds]

I’m gonna stow it in; it’s hard as it can be
It is a man thing to plunge relentlessly
(I’ll plunge it)
In silhouette, it looks the same as a large gun
And baby, when I plunge, you’re gonna heat up like the sun

[relentless repetition]

Now I’ll tell you that I’ll plunge you
Tonight into
State o’ schvitzin’ while kibitzin’
As I’m plyin’ and I’m pumpin’—as I plunge, fuel somethin’
I further stick it in—inferno
It gets so hot that I pull it out
I prod again, prod again
The hot box. . .rammed in; sparks combust!

I reamed right, I reamed right
I reamed right
I reamed right in as I poked ’er place
(Glowing that rod stokingly)

P-p-p-poked ’er place, p-p-p-poked ’er place
[more rod sounds]
P-p-p-poked ’er place, p-p-poked her fireplace

[unrelenting repetition]