One toe opened your hind, feet meet butt,
One toe opened your hind.
Sittin' down's gonna cause consternation,
One toe opened your hind.

It caused you pain when I drove it home, deep-buried
Is my hobnail boot of size nine.
Sittin' down's gonna cause irritation,
One toe opened your hind.

Boot in your butt, deservedly.
It's rearranged it, you notice painfully.
You don't enjoy it; you've got an anal sprain. You would like a Ked
Or a Converse that's made of soft canvas--a sneaker instead.
You've got a cold toe right up your hind, steel meets butt,
Steel toe right up your hind.
Sittin' down will feel like conflagration,
Cold toe right up your hind.

It caused you pain when I drove it home, deep-buried
Is my polished boot of size nine.
Sittin' down--not during copulation
Or you'll emote a whine.

Your buns I splayed a country mile;
Your butt was burnin'; my boot hit a pile.
I bet, as it burns you don't love my shoe
Givin' you a rise, right off the floor; sphincter kept you
From flyin' through the skies. Now there's a
Bum toe right up your hind, feet meet butt,
Bum toe right up your hind.
"Sittin' down's causin' me perturbation!"
Your throat's gonna opine.

It caused you pain when I drove it home, deep-buried
Is my retribootion, size nine.
Sittin' down's gonna cause purge-turd suasion,
On the throne you will whine.
You'll croak, as in "spoke": "Feels like dyin'!"