Well, they’ll stow ’em, then the spying ain’t so good,
They stow ’em, and then won’t rise your wood,
They’ll stow ’em in that eye-blocking abode,
And they’ll stow ’em, so won’t rare up your node.
So you cannot see how large they’ve growed.
Every booby must get stowed.

Well, they’ll stow ’em so that watching meets defeat,
They’ll stow ’em so there’s spying of no teat,
They’ll stow ’em because watching they abhor,
They’ll stow ’em so that wanking’s not your chore.
So you cannot seek how large they’ve growed.
Every booby must get stowed.

They’ll stow ’em after the breakfast babe’ll
Enjoy ’em. . .something that you’re not able,
They’ll stow ’em when you’re trying to gape and such,
They’ll stow ’em, and that will say, “Don’t touch!”
So you cannot feel how large they’ve growed.
Every booby must get stowed.

Well, they’ll stow ’em though gazing is your yen,
And they’ll stow ’em so they won’t tumble out, friend,
They’ll stow ’em so they’re hiding in a bra,
They’ll stow ’em, so abating’s your tipped spar.
So you cannot feel how large you’ve growed.
Every booby must get stowed.

They’ll stow ’em and you can’t watch that load,
They’ll stow ’em, so no wanking your chode,
They’ll stow ’em inside those cones concave,
They’ll stow ’em ’cause you’re a lech pounding your stave.
But you cannot steel your fallen node:
Ebbing woody must get stowed.