He woke up that morning
And his chunk was gone,
Turned in, a new slit, a harbor bay.
He'd lost his "smelt," his moniker for dong.
They opened thighs. . .it was ripped away.

It's morphed that he's feeling;
It's not here, that old schlong that used to sway
(Morphed that he's feeling).
The big 'n' got shearing
(Big 'n' got shearing).
Now he'll be Marianne every day;
He'll be pie'd Marianne. . .learn to sashay.

So, manly peehole is shucked and gone--
That place is caved, 'cause the shears went "bye."
Yes, he's been deballed. . .could be Wanda, Fawn.
His pier has been shunned; he's no longer guy.

It's morphed that he's feeling;
It's not here, that old dong that used to sway
(Morphed that he's feeling).
The big 'n' got shearing
(No big 'n' rearing);
Now he'll be Marianne every day,
He'll be pie'd Marianne. . .spurn NBA.

Flesh is tied and a chink unfolds;
It widens, the new slit, forged nested bay.
His dream to be girl--fie tube!-- to sew,
To open thighs and feel slipped in, Ray,
Or slipped in, Jay.

It's morphed that he's feeling;
It's not here, that old long that used to sway
(Morphed that he's feeling).
The big 'n' got shearing
(No rigging. . .steering).
Now he'll be Marianne every day
He's not guy. . .Marianne. . .walk with sashay.