Flies, flies, they’re hellish and the feast on poo.
Flies, flies, they acid-splash their food—don’t chew.
Ears, ears, when they’re on your corn ears, you’ll rue.
Beers, beers, you catch ’em swimmin’ in your brew.

You waste ’em sometimes by slappin’
’em dead—look, here comes one now!

Flies, flies—slap! break ’em apart.

Don’t think they live in a dark world,
With multi-lens eyes, no way.
Don’t let them land on your tart, girl
Or you may have to pay!

Flies, flies—they’re coming from a turd buffet.
Flies, flies—in your repast eggs they may lay.
Buzz they around and I’m groaning,
Near bad as mosquitoes sounds.

Flies, flies—slap! break ’em apart.

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His films represent some dark worlds;
He ain’t from the USA,
And one had that porno-star girl*
Who’s feedin’ on Type A.

“Fly”s, “Fly”s—remakin’
Original from ’58.
“Fly,” “Fly”—the latter achieved an “R” rate.
It might have some viewers groaning
As they watch Seth chowing down.
Guy-Fly is broken apart,
Genes are remade—wow!
Broken apart and reassembled after breaking apart.


*Marilyn Chambers, “Rabid,” 1977, directed by David Cronenberg