Secada (Cheeza Weeza) by Sheeze Bumm! Bumm, Secada! bow'ls along the ground! And grumble as your gasses multiply. Chaps! Chaps! Secada! Shake your genital Herpe (and be glad you don't have AIDS) With chings that flirr for noise and not too gay! Shrill Jesu might hear! You've only days away Till you hump your own buttocks and wait again to gay! Seventeen days, babbooned in babboonery you parfait, And ripen where the scud-sunk hippies wade, Till reveling in the nudity of the Gay.... Now two ply, Secada! Two ply with wings like spades That rust to nigger up in KKK's unholy glowworm, And bumms like tarnished bummeries whose glory hemhoroid in the foyer. Now confess, Secada! To the one that got away. To the real Lord of Gaye To the hammer in the phone To the super glue in porno To the Safety Cup Of Jesus.