Well, it's filling me with dread, little girl,
That you married another man.
I oughta keep my head, little girl,
But I blurt out to him my plan:

I'm gonna lunge for your wife when I can, love that girl,
Stuff my hand down her pants, love that girl.
He says, "Try it and you'll find, it's your end. She's my girl!"

Well he knows that I'm a wicked guy
And I was porn with a lech'rous mind.
I want to spend his hole wife,
Her tying my wrists and toes with twine.

I'm gonna lunge for your wife when I can, love that girl,
Stuff my hand down her pants, love that girl.
He says, "Try it and you'll find, it's your end. She's my girl!"

[Instrumental impasse]

"Let mist be a-spermin'"'
What I reflexively said.
"If you put your worm in,
I assure you, you'll be dead.
Better not lunge for my wife if you can, she's my girl.
Bust your head with my hands'give a twirl.
I have got a black belt, man
And you'll bend, little churl."

Lunge, lunge, lunge?
Run, run, run!
Lunge, lunge, lunge?
Run, run, run!