I guard my clutch of eggs, question it begs,
Am I fucking homo?
Nay, nay, I pray you better say gay,
Or I won't let you fuck my ho.
My ho is a he, hee hee hee,
His cock bulbous and red.
He likes my fermented milk, cashmere silk,
Says I'm a good cocksucker in my head.
It may be so, I don't really know,
I'm into earrings of gold.
My necklace has real pearls,
Diamond in the middle I'm told.
I'm a little flashy, a little trashy,
I can't help it you know.
My asshole itch, after a dear old bitch,
Ditched me in the snow.
Sunsets are red, it gets to my head,
I don't know what the fuck is wrong.
Feels nice when I scratch my balls,
Or sing a really old song.
