Ah, I awakened from a wet dream in which I was wetless
My imagination could no longer take me there
So I slid into my copping haberdashery
And gave into the original jones: sex

Now my sexy jones was below sea level
The hornies occupied my being
I was at that stage where most men would say
"Hey, ho, it's your life or your legs"
But I was cooler than that
She said, "No compute"

I spotted a lady who
Was also on the prowl
I could tell by her makeup
Plus the scent was there
So I sashayed over to her and
Uh, spoke of my plan

She screamed and said
"Are you asking to make love to me?"
I said, "Is pig what's in pork?
Or are you gonna play hard
after all the trouble
You went through to get chosen?"
She said, ah, "No compute"

Finally, she said, "Uh, I could
Uh, probably go for what you're talking about
But it's really about my birth control pills"
I said, "All looks are not alike
All holes are not a crack"

When in doubt vamp, or at least ad-lib
"And of course, you know
Spit don't make babies"
She smiled and said, "No compute"

But I could tell she was getting in to it so off we went
There was fun to be had, love to be made
"Strange", I said to myself, as I laid smoking
A last joint before the technic easing of sleep
"What a man will go for when the hornies set in"

Well suddenly, as she laid there, mouth half open
wig half off, snoring, breath smelling like a 1948 Buick
I was sick with the guilties, and she smiled in her sleep
As if to say, "All looks are not alike
All holes are not a crack"