(Before the music, a spoken recitation, excerpt from a parody song by sci-fi writers Randall Garrett and Isaac Asimov)

Oh, give me a clone
Of my own flesh and bone
With its Y-chromosome changed to X
And when I'm alone
With my own little clone
We will both think of nothing but cheques*

(The Music Starts)

I'll make a clone I can smooch
I'll make a clone I can smooch
I'll make a clone I can smooch
I'll make a clone I can smooch

And she's gonna be a honey
And look like a playboy bunny
And not gonna drain me of money
To be in my style

She's gonna be mine
And not pout when I'm a swine
She's gonna be a ten and in prime
I know it, I know it, I know it, I know it, I know it
A girl in my style

I'll make a clone I can smooch
I'll make a clone I can smooch
I'll make a clone I can smooch
I'll make a clone I can smooch

And if she's to loose her appeal
Refuse me to cop a feel
I know I'll just tell her to do it
She'll know a no's making her blow it

I'll make a clone I can smooch
Maybe two
I'll make two clones I can smooch
That I'll do

And they're gonna be uncanny
With looks, tits and grandma's fanny
And if they have nipples to many
I'd say that's worthwhile

They're gonna be fine
And not care for wine and dine
Menage a trois when I'm inclined
We'll do it, we'll do it, we'll do it, we'll do it, we'll do it
Albeit in my style

I'll make two clones I can smooch
I'll make two clones I can smooch
I'll make two clones I can smooch
I'll make two clones I can smooch

And if they're to loose their appeal
I'll deal with that as I feel
I know if I put my genes in it
I know that I really can spin it

And outdoors it will be funny
They'll use my clothes, dress as trannies
So they will not drain me of money
That'll keep up my smile

To make them sublime
I'll add some genes from a mime
So they will shut up all the time
All quiet, all quiet, all quiet, all quiet, all quiet
Women in my style

Hey-Heigh-Ho
Off we go

Hey-Hi-Ho
Here we go

Repeat couplets over again until satisfied