Thank you for the shows you made,
When I was still a teen.
Your name promised excitement,
Whenever it appeared on screen.
But of all the classic characters,
That I'd like to thank you for,
I'd have to pick Wilma Deering,
And those costumes that she wore.
Strangers from different places,
They wed in a tropical clime,
It may be a rocky marriage,
But it's lasted for quite some time.
He lays them on the table,
Works magic with his knife,
Gives those without a future,
A brand new lease of life.
I know she's on the heavy side,
She's slow and grinds her teeth.
Some say she tends to undermine,
Makes trouble underneath.
But I think she's amazing,
The way she works all day,
Pushing ever forward,
Through gravel, chalk and clay.
If ever I should find myself,
Condemned upon death row,
Then I want death by Snu Snu,
It's the only way to go.
Screwed by Amazonians,
A bittersweet demise,
Buried in their bosoms,
And crushed between their thighs.
I want death by Snu Snu,
ME WANT SNU SNU NOW!
As hot and energetic as
My nethers will allow.
Breathlessly, I'll battle,
A plaything for their lust,
Unrelenting Snu Snu,
Until I bite the dust.
And if, by chance, you come across,
My final resting place,
You'll find me lifeless, drained and spent,
With a big grin on my face.
Record-breaking boats and cars,
That shared a classic name.
That brought the Campbells fame.