Yeah, you're my warm cherry center
In a blanket of double brown chocolate kiss
You're my pineapple cider
You're the worm in my grapefruit
I'm sorry I can help you

Hundreds of battles
And lovely notes
That tired old horsey

It's a good lay
Oh, you'd like that
Woohoo, hoohoo

Eat shit
On a bus budget
The standard height of some
The body had a song
Nobody, ah, come on
I'll come on Sunday
And move it

This is some nightmare
I am sharing with all of you
Falling in clumps
To follow my feet

Hundreds of battles
And lovely notes
That tired old horsey

It's a good lay
Oh, you'd like that
Breeubreeubree

Forgetting the fingers in your dress
Waiting for the spring
To open up the window
Got a rope, that's a smile
Dig deep graves
Press those lips around you
All he needs is a good talking to.