Lyrics:

spoken}(what about the woodpecker thing?)Yeah, they call me the kidSexy manBut I know nothing about the great big H
I'd watch that football game while the hornies occupied my dayI never peeped to where she was coming fromWhen she'd say, 'Th
ough you're here, I'm all alone'Then she made it perfectly clearWith some inspiring words in a song, dig:{sung:}If you ain
't gonna get it onTake your dead ass home (now light my fire, baby!)If you ain't gonna get it onTake your dead ass home (a-f
lick-a my Bic, even!)If you ain't gonna get it onTake your dead ass home (I'd love to play in your tidy bowl)Ha, ha whoo-eee
!There once was a man from PeruWho went to sleep in his canoeHe was dreaming of VenusAnd took out his penisAnd woke up wi
th a handfull of gooPut your foot on the rock!OK bye!Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii! (x2)There once was some freaks
from L.A. (who)Who came to New York to playThey was busted by the pussy posseAnd the prosecutor popped them in the penPut y
our foot on the rockAh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aiii!Well, flick-a my Bic, baby!If you ain't gonna get it onTake your
dead ass home(x5)Well, light my fire baby, flick-a my BicI'll come if you callThere once was a man from PeruWho went to
sleep in his canoe (say somethin' nasty!)He was dreaming of FifiAnd took out his peepeeAnd woke up with a handfull of gooPu
t your foot on the rock!Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ohh!There once was some freaks from L.A. (and what'd they do?)Who c
ame to New York to p