Just hit my back with a searin' flail
A flail of a hateful whip
That smarted from piss-stropping cord
An' scored this hiney's hip

Thumbs wait 'cause I might be wailin' hands
On strippers' cravin' cure
My gas injures wet bailin' hay
On a free sour Dewars
A free sour Dewars

The leather started getting rough
Me hiney's hip was crossed
If not for the brewage of the beerless few
Me butthole would be flossed
Me butthole would be flossed

Me hips set down on the floor an' kissed
Unfarted desert tiles
While pillagin'
A stripper who
Ate millionaires, and their knives
A moo-free cow
The undresser's gland, was hairy, and,
Queer on Swillin' Gin's Isle

Now whiff from me tail as I gas away
It's here in me long-john's grime
Smell has to bake from festered things
Shitcanned up with slime

The worst bait? Can-jizz-stripper-food,
Swilled through the hairy breast,
To flake green otters' rumps a-full of me coughed-up eye lint mess!

Grow foam, grow lice, grow rodent tar!
Shot a shingle, lucky me!
Like crawfish in a roue, so, is spermatozoa tea!

So coin us terms each week my friend
You're sure to get a smile
From clever rhymes that make no sense
Here on Swillin' Gin's Isle