buck:
guess whos squirtin', comin', playin' with the kitty cat
it's uncle climax with a fist full of titty fat
shaggin' like i don't give a cripple-crap-crutch
with a tennis ball machine and a nipple grab touch
watch this, if you've got panties that crotchless
and you look like stella kewan
im a jack rabbit fella screwin'
tryin' to please, i got a flyin' trapeze
in my bedroom, pocket balls
wood-panelled talkin' walls
good channel connected to the cable with the news on
flannel bed spread, i'm baby naked
leave your shoes on though, you might need 'em
over off the edge of the bed hangin
bubble fuck, head bangin'
sideways, double tuck
i got a private dorm, carbonated spanish
flyin' diet form, with new age music on vinyl for the quiet storm
methods and techniques and symmetrical forces
full of i need a few more electrical sources
your last boyfriend was borin', and i'm not as choosey as him
in the beginning i'm goin' face-first with enthusiasm
he never knew about this, he got no style netiher
i've got this move that starts off
lookin' like a pile-driver
comin' at ya three dimensional
we don't need to be conventional
i've got 2 friends and a zoom lense
forget about the problems in the middle-east
your student loans, the tropical rain forest
let's get nude and groan
flames of desire in my heart are burning true
sweetheart i love you but my balls are turnin' blue
so let's rock, i like seeing thighs
and feelin' hands on my body
we need some low-hangin' ceiling fans
i already got a tickle trunk and a battle axe
we can giddy-up until the leather in the saddle crack
flatten the mattress, you better batton the hatches
i got a dick-wad like nobodys business, partner
i see that look in your eyes you're thinkin' or a certain bone
i'm tryin' to make you wanna scream and moan
so get a grip on the rung
i wanna find all the places on your body
with the tip of my tongue
positions vary from the missionary
and climax wraps best
once we get back the results of your PAP test
we can screw and do stuff
spoken:
stinkin rich is x-rated
