The Mormons don't think they will cope,
They pull the dribbles off my cock.
The gay homo — hands up too fast!
But hurled that bulb and hand up arse.

A Russian cunt has musky growths.
And do the cunts feel? Err, a lute
Da, da, feel her and duck of May,
And open, it won't roll an egg.

But sit and fart in the duck
And sit and fart in my love
Dick full. My need? Bang her hard
And sit and fart in the duck!

But sit and fart in the duck,
And sick and barf in the duck.
Dick full. My need? Bang her mum,
Distort that tart in my nub!

Lick, lick, don't mind — three squirts, I'm fine.
Isaiah doth feast and eats pork pie.
I'll take murder and ugh of ping
Though was that has-been made of zinc?

Chris "Meat" — don't cry, gay Dave and Dale,
That's proper fleurghber, up my nail,
Roll Frodo here, Claire, via a crab.
I lost a beehive in my duck.

[Chorus]
But sit and fart in the duck
And sit and fart in my love
Dick full. My need? Bang her hard
And sit and fart in the duck!