I hope that I shall never see
All the Moche monsters lined up in front of me
True repulse & total disgust
Getting rid of Moche is an imperative must
These are just to name a few
We hope they don't influence you
Moche Monster!

Yonder comes a soft car
Which probably won't take me very far
The organ grinder behind the wheel
Is hoping he can score a feel
His eyes are bulging at your bod
He things you are a free-loving mod
Moche Monster!

Well there's quite a few people that drive soft cars, and they usually stop and pick us up hitchhiking because they want to beat their meat while they look at us. You know, I've had such weird offers. For instance, you've heard 'em all. This one man had a drawn on mustache and was drooling down one corner of his mouth and he had black...he had a black drool coming down his mouth! So horrible! And, um, he drove us all the way home from...from L.A. I couldn't believe it. And then when he - right after he dropped us off - he turns around and goes "Ten dollars to eat it!" and we went "Aaaah!" And we left his car, and his doors were flapping like this, or, you know. Before he left he screamed out the window, you know. He said "Can I..." Oh what was that? Oh "I'll give you five dollars a piece if I can sit and jack off while I look at your legs!" Isn't that outrageous? Now those are demented, those poor men. I feel so sorry for them I could, oh my God. And there's more of those than there is sane people