The thrill-age I wonder to trifle for boot,
Link up and party that ho.
Don't want clap to ravage and truncate your root,
Wake up, you party no mo'.

Yo bordello, it's rent a wife for me.

You're escort, you'll drill her, she'll flinch in the sack,
Sync up, for party hey yo!
You prod and you sizzle, plugged into her jack,
Boink up that tarty, hey yo!

This bedfellow, you don't fly her for free.
Your longfellow, can try her for a fee.

Your spindle will jar then inflame and ignite,
Boink up that hardy old ho.
You're down with the gritty, you're butt's turnin' white.
All down and dirty yo ho!

How you bellow, a pile driver you be.

You rascal you pound her, you're squealin', you rave.
Stink up that sweaty old ho.
Disheveled, and bleep bleep, gettin' some leg
Pulse up, it's thready not slow

Yo yo, yo yo, you're pilot light's foamy.

You beg her and bite her and give her hell, lad,
Boink up that sweaty old ho.
So now you're all spent and utterly glad,
Get up, get ready and go,

Rocked your fellow, you smile happily,
Yo bordello, it's rent a wife for me.
Mellow yellow, now peel her off her fee,
Yo bordello, it's rent a wife for me.