Your puffy shirts and Jerry curls
Haunted the dreams of many girls.
All leather pants and ***** mustache
Caused their ******* to turn to trash.
But now that you have left your prime
Your daughter takes most TV time.
Now you're left with the remembrance of fame
All that's left is your last name.

One day soon the eighties will return
Then their carnal desires will burn.
For you their ******* will once again dampen
And their cooch you can put your stamp in.