Lyrics:

Steve called me up and said: 'Wanna hang out tonight?
We could see an indie film or just grab a bite.'
I said: 'Oh, Steve, you're cute, but a movie's not what I need.
No offence, but I'd rather stay home and read.'

Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury
The greatest Sci-Fi writer in history
Oh Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury

Since I was twelve, I've been your number one fan
Kiss me, you Illustrated Man.
I'll feed you grapes and Dandelion Wine,
And we'll read a little Fahrenheit 69.
You're a prolific author, Ray Bradbury (Spoken)

Come on baby, I'm down on one knee
I carved our names on a Halloween Tree
You write about earthlings going to Mars
And I write about blowin' you in my car
You won an Emmy Award for the screen play adaptation of Halloween Tree (Spoken)

Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury
The greatest Sci-Fi writer in history
Oh Fuck Me, (fuck me) Ray Bradbury

S is for Space, L is for love
S is for Space, L is for lo-o-o-ove
S is for Space, L is for love
S is for Space, L is for lo-o-o-o-o-ove
Houston, we have a throb-lem (Spoken)

Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury
The greatest Sci-Fi writer in history
Oh Fuck Me, (fuck me) Ray Bradbury

O-o-oh
Fuck Me, Ray Bradbury (fuck me)
The greatest Sci-Fi writer in history
'Cause when you fuck me
Ray Bradbury

Something Wicked This Way Will Come
Something Wicked This Way Will Come
Something Wicked This Way Will Come
Something Wicked This Way Will Come

And by come, I mean ejaculate on a book. (Spoken)