I'm Getting Married in the Morning

I'm getting married in the morning
I want to sling my schlong tonight.
I'd like to pop her, though it's not proper.
But let me do a lurch inside.

I try hard to do some suborning.
Juiced up, for nooking I am primed.
She says, "Just kiss me; but do not undress me.
You may not do a lurch inside!"

Inside my pants is a two-by-four.
It needs some whittlin' to post her door.

For I'm getting married in the morning.
I want to sling my schlong tonight.
How 'bout a humpus? A stick up the rumpus?
Just let it rest somewhere tonight.

Yes, I'm getting married in the morning.
I want to sling my schlong tonight.
I am a male, see. Got to set my pale free. . .
Ensconce it conically tonight.

I just can't wait until the morning.
Juiced up, for nooking I am primed.
Right now it's able to lift up a table.
It pines to do a lurch inside.

It's up so high, it could swat flies down.
It should be throughing down in a mound.

For I'm getting married in the morning.
I want to sling my schlong tonight.
Tether and scar me, if I can't spar your V.
Since I can't do a lurch, I can't do a lurch.
My rod aches! I would like a lurch inside.

I see you'll tie me to the bed now.
Soon I'll be smearin' up my thigh.
Unsprung, it's shaking. It sprayed; it's caking.
Could you shuck off this stuck gum? Pry!

I'm getting married in the morning.
I want to sling my schlong tonight.

One way to shoot seed. It satisfied my need.
But not good as a lurch, not as good as a lurch.
I'd scream "Oh, God!" If I'd a lurch inside.