She is my ****** ***** with a ***** on a logo that's a hobo who is
loco, dressed in a red rococo dress, eating tuna-fish salad at Sunoco
I was just there wherever, doin' nothing overtly skinless when I saw
this scruffy dog with a nastily-productive T.B. cough, crapping on a
bench. I sniffed him from an angle, peed on him & gaily trotted off.
No ***** bone wants ***** old as through history it has been shown
that a man wants to knock up a fair maiden, not a mother or a crone
Which end of it do you want? I want the bitter end of it because the
bitter end of it is where nothing is, when doll Barbie toys with Ken.
It is wrong to ****** men, who were in the Olympics, with hollow-
point bullets, Bowie knives, caustic ash or Eric Idle's pointed sticks
Our precious love was like a golf ball made of gum bands & plastic
& I only beat you with golf clubs 'cause you are a ******-up spastic
I announce my presence & all my fans clutch their chests in fear for
the ******* who run to ***** gynecologists for a cervical pap smear
I once realized my *** & gender, I used to know it so well, but now
when I look, with a magnifying glass at my crotch, I really can't tell