See talks scarily about heat
In the quim that’s staked by Joe.
“When Joe pounds at the mound, it ain’t mete
To spurn them sperm; let ’em go.
We ain’t ready, we ain’t ready for this,
To be banging with a vulcanized sheath.
Out of the pourway the balls’ pips drip,”
Says the clown who’s their chief.

“Drip, drip, drip,
A rubber’s not right for us,
Drip, drip, drip,
A rubber’s not right for us.
Get another one spawned and another one spawned,
A rubber's not right for us.
Hey, lay off the latex, dude,
A rubber’s not right for us.

“Don’t use that thing, no, don’t you get it on;
You spout, dude, then you spawn.
Get STDs, well that’s just too bad;
Don’t stick that thing on your bone.

“You get clappy from a shack-up time--
The wages of sin ain’t sweet.
Into that pourway the balls’ pips drip--
Don’t you get down and eat!

“Dip tip, drip,
A rubber’s not right for us,
Dip tip, drip,
A rubber’s not right for us.
Get another one spawned and another one spawned,
A rubber’s not right for us.
Hey, don’t stray to gay sex, dude,
To bugger ain’t right for lust.

“When men get laid, ain’t no birthing ban;
That dink should not be crowned.
He’s: don’t beat it!
She’s: don’t eat it!
I’ll repeat it: lad, don’t sheathe it,
Wenching-bound.
Butts, don’t wrench ’em when you’re ready to woo.
I’m The Man, and this I entreat.”
Mouthpiece for yore ways, this bullsh!it shtik’s
Beat and clownishly obsolete,

[sotto voce]
“It’s bullsh!t,
It’s rubbish that I do gush,
It’s bullsh!t,
It’s rubbish, yet I don’t hush.
There’s another Bull spawned and another Bull spawned,
It’s rubbish that I do gush.
Laymen, have no gay-sex ’tude
To bugger’s tykes--liked by US.

It’s rubbish that I do gush,
It’s rubbish, yet I don’t hush,
It’s rubbish, and I live plush!!”