He leaks from here, he leaks from there.
His holes are drowned in venery fare.
He has got to slake his thirst because he has dry breath,
So he's a desiccated swallower of passion.

And when he snakes his lips around
Les bittes, bouche leaks in Paris town.
Eagerly pursed-lipping what français nads can expend,
'Cause he's a desiccated swallower of passion.

Il baise au jis (Il baise au jis).
Il baise au jis (Il baise au jis).
It's a little sour but has no fat.
It is filled with protein and looks just like whisked egg white.
He kneels, a desiccated swallower of passion.

Il baise au jis (Il baise au jis).
Il baise au jis (Il baise au jis).
Some think that he acts like he is slatternly.
When he leaks, those poker drops stick to his pearly whites.
'Cause he's a desiccated swallower of passion.

He leaks from here, he leaks from there.
They ream his breech, those lech'rous sprayers.
In his hair that carnal salami juice starches on,
'Cause he's a desiccated swallower of passion.

Il baise au jis (Il baise au jis).
Il baise au jis (Il baise au jis).
His tongue curled 'round dickoteques and hardies.
Measure for measure, he can drink much more than the rest,
'Cause he's a desiccated swallower of passion.

Il baise au jis (Il baise au jis).
Il baise au jis (Il baise au jis).
They spritz in his chops, and it like butter glides
Mostly to his craw, although some trickles on his knee,
'Cause he's a desiccated swallower of passion.
He's a desiccated swallower of passion.
He's a desiccated swallower of passion.