zodiac1 Apr 2004

<VERSE THREE - In Whiche Our Hero Concludes His Adventures in a Moste Curious Fashion!>

Now your thighs are wet with a sweaty gruel,
The scent's intense, yeah, but I'm one stool
You can't pick off with paper so you'll
Have to M*A*S*H me, babe, cause I'm Klinger.

Cause I'm not gonna drop or disappear -
Except, perhaps, if it wasn't so queer,
(Which I hate) you could make like Richard Gere
And push me back in with One Finger

(-Answer, I mean, or Bachus or Shuushin -
Now come on Everyone, & start the confusion!)