“Go down the hallway, and as your balls sway,
You walk right through that door.
Haul our your wiener; no zipper screener
Will then impede the pour.

“The door hasn't got a window;
No one will see you pee, OK?!
And don't dribble—swirl it until
It comes hurtling out, strong surge—schlong purge.

“So please fill with p!ss fer me; CC
Count should be no less than fifty.
Inundate gland vacated thoroughly,
'cause the more you pee ('cause the more you pee)
The more the lab can see in pee from your wee-wee.
So please fill with p!ss for me. . .pee-pee.
(Please fill with p!ss from your wee-wee)
So please fill with p!ss fer me; pee free!

“The cup inundate, no skin fun, mate. . .no hand should you shove!
No, don't be graspin' that pumped-up passion gland, bonely part for love.

“'cause if ejaculate's winnowed
From your sack, and then it should stray
Where you've piddle-swirled, 'twill be nil,
Specimen from your schlong purge. Wrong urge!

“So please fill with p!ss fer me. . .pee free,
Don't skew results with 10 CC,
Don't pump that gland for more than pee!”

[fade on “So please fill it with p!ss fer me” and the sound of rushing liquid]