Summertime and the holidays
I'm off to the coast
Yea! Off to the sunny seaside
Breezin' down the highway with my window wide open
The music blaring on the radio
Got my bags all packed in the back
Got my swimming trunks in, my beach towel, beach ball.... and my wonderful inflatable woman.
At the hotel I unpack, I get her out
At first she's a bit flat
She's like my very own genie in a bottle
When I uncork her, start to pump her up
It's then...it's then the magic starts
At first she flounders and writhes about
Then suddenly she grows bigger, she becomes *****,
she rears up
I know what my three wishes are gonna be
With her lovely ***** salacious look
I know what she's thinking
"Is Sargeant Sausage, is he coming out to play"
Why! You little hussey you little ****.
Big and bouncy, so pink and soft and wowzy
My wonderful wibbebly wobbly wonder girl
How I love her lovely curves, all her lovely hills and valleys
She's so pneumatic she's... she's absolutely fantastic
Great big bonging bangers
I lose myself in her, squeeze her tightly
Like a big big balloon she carries me away from all the cares of the day...far faraway
She's incredible! She's amazing!!
(Careful not to bite her though , I did that once
She started to hiss, then she went off flying, farting all around the room).
I made me a tape of conversations from movies
Girls saying sweet things to their fellas,
I play it when she's there
Looking at me across the room
O! she's so sweet, so understanding
She never criticises, is so undemanding
If only all girls could be that way.
The two of us together
Man! She's a fine bit of rubber
We make a good.... a lovely couple
Just me...me and my wonderful...my wonderful inflatable woman.
Although meant to be funny there's also a strange underlying sadness. About a yearning for some fun and some connection.
