Perfumed filth,
Even better than I expected,
Now I can bear living with myself,
This body of mine!
Uuh! AH! Fuzz!
Face needing a Venetian mask...
I tried to make one but it turned too small
To cover this face, this lovely face of mine.

Uh! Ah. With so many famished souls out there,
Famished souls looking for *****
To carry the load.
Eat the load, eat the stack of something something good,
Kiss the moons and the stars say: Whoop!
The stars say: "Whoop, Whoop!"
Praise the walk,
The **** walk.
Today I fell in love with the spring,
The spring of Joy in the air,
Flower buds and little Shy leaves
Coming out to embellish the trees.
"Who's sexier now?"

Whoop! Whoop!
Spring of Joy in the air,
Whoop Whoop,
Famished for ***** stare.
Even Sven got out of his spleen.
Whoop, Whoop!
Spring of Joy in the air.