He likes to stick it past that hairy plane;
Yes, that guy's, I'm afraid, my swain.
Gropes the maid at home,
Goes out nights to roam,
My baby is a rogue and a lecher.

He don't care how much money he's gonna spend
On ladies to be 20-minute friend.
Calls me on the phone,
Says, "Must work till morn."
My baby is a rogue and a lecher

He's a rogue and a lecher;
I know his "work" involves porking a whore.
Dipped in sister in the front as well as the back,
He sashays in at a-four--
That is, A.M.!

He likes to stick it past that hairy plane;
Yes, that guy's, I'm afraid, my swain.
Gropes the maid at home,
Got sperm cells on roam,
My baby is a rogue and a lecher.

He's a rogue and a lecher,
He's sibling-frigging when I'm at the store.
Dipped in sister. . .finished up just as I got back,
She's still down on all a-fours,
A la chienne.

He's in the thicket of that hairy mane,
But with one too many he's lain.
Goes out and comes home
Late, but soon he'll moan.
My baby is a rogue and a lecher,
My baby will be rode on a stretcher.