Ah, I awakened a wet dream In I was restless [unverified] My imagination could no longer me there So I slid into my haberdashery And gave into the Jones, sex
Now, my Jones was below sea level The hornies my being I was at that stage where men would say "Hey ho', it's your life or your lay", but I was cooler than She said, "No compute"
I spotted a who was also on the prowl I could tell by her makeup, plus the scent was So I sashayed to her, and, ah, spoke of my plan She screamed and "Are you to make love to me?"
I said, "Is pig, in pork? Or you gonna play After all the trouble you went to get chosen" She said, ah, "No compute"
Finally, she said, ah "I could, ah, probably go for what you're about But it's really my birth control pill" I said, "All are not alike, all holes are not a crack in doubt, vamp"
"Or at ad-lib And of course you know that don't make babies" She smiled, and said, "No compute" But I tell that she was getting interested
So off we There was fun to be had, love to be "Strange", I to myself after I laid Smoking a last joint before I to sleep "What a man will go for the hornies, ah, set in"
Well, suddenly as she laid there, mouth open Wig half off, snoring, smelling like a 1948 Buick I was sick with the filthies, and she smiled in her As if to say, "All are not alike, all holes are not a crack"