Luyện nghe bài hát No Compute

Ah, I from a wet dream
In which I was restless
My imagination no longer take me there
So I slid into my haberdashery
And gave the original Jones, sex

Now, my Jones was below sea level
The hornies occupied my
I was at that stage most men would say
"Hey ho', it's your or your lay", but I was cooler than that
She said, "No compute"

I a lady who was also on the prowl
I could by her makeup, plus the scent was there
So I sashayed to her, and, ah, spoke of my plan
She and said
"Are you to make love to me?"

I said, "Is pig, what's in
Or you gonna play
After all the trouble you through to get chosen"
She said, ah, "No compute"

Finally, she said, ah
"I could, ah, go for what you're talking about
But it's really about my birth pill"
I said, "All looks are not alike, all are not a crack
in doubt, vamp"

"Or at ad-lib
And of course you know that spit make babies"
She smiled, and said, "No compute"
But I could that she was getting interested

So off we
There was fun to be had, to be made
"Strange", I to myself after I laid
Smoking a last joint before I to sleep
"What a man go for when the hornies, ah, set in"

Well, suddenly as she laid there, wide open
Wig off, snoring, breath smelling like a 1948 Buick
I was sick with the filthies, and she in her sleep
As if to say, "All looks are not alike, all are not a crack"