Well, saw this snack I knew a while ago, yeah.
Oo-wee hot ember thing of love,
Locked me in a fog wild cat dish night.
Talkin' along hope give her rode delight.
Snare cute girl chancin' for commune rites.

Next I hear this bull dyke hollerin' me,
Wanna jerk my rope and snap it on my knee.
Says that chick you're sweet on better hadn't otter,
Shoo guy, drag on by, she's my little trotter,
Pick up your feet - walk 'cause she's a boss l1ng giver.
We-helllllll!

Lost my roady scamp gets bent with gays, oh,
And fat gay righters and cross-dress fokkers,
My roady's tuner got took over,
Sad she found a girl so bold and older than
A glue fac'try hoss, She's a hom-o ling giver.

We-helllllll!
Who'd a known.