I saw her gold tattoos
We were screwing on the bus
Humping and screaming
We were causing quite a fuss

Let me bite you where you want it
You're a victim of Caucasian disease

Involve an understanding
In the music you play
Get rid of the crap
And grow up today to say

Let's compose some sort of opera
You can roll the tapes whenever you please

Mighty short piece for all of this waste
A chord in a kunnyfunny, I love the taste
'cause I'm starving