It's Raining Pubes

Pubes, pubes, pubes, pubes, pubes, pubes, pubes, pubes

Pubes everywhere
I throw them in the air
Sometimes I like to plait them on my book of holy prayer
They stick to my ceiling
And they stick to my floor
But oh they are so heavenly
I wish I had some more

It's raining pubes
So grab your boobs
Get over here and bite me if you're feeling in the mood
Some pubes are blonde
Of those I'm fond
So come along with me to the chapel and beyond

They're fluffy and divine
They cover your vagine
I stick them in my yummy glass of Californian wine
I sent some to the nunnery
But somehow they were not too please
Especially the nun with maple syrup urine disease

It's raining pubes
So grab your boobs
Get over here and bite me if you're feeling in the mood
Some pubes are blonde
Of those I'm fond
So come along with me to the chapel and beyond

Pubes, pubes, pubes, pubes, pubes, pubes, pubes, pubes
Pubes, pubes, pubes, pubes, pubes, pubes, pubes, pubes

It's raining pubes
So grab your boobs
Get over here and bite me if you're feeling in the mood
Some pubes are blonde
Of those I'm fond
So come along with me to the chapel and beyond

It's raining pubes
So grab your boobs
Get over here and bite me if you're feeling in the mood
Some pubes are blonde
Of those I'm fond
So come along with me to the chapel and beyond