Traveling in a Vas-De-fer-ens
From a testicle, with all of my friends
I met a strange lady, with egglike features
She took me in and we made some creatures

And she said,
"Do you come from a gland down under?
That women know how to plunder?
Come in here, come in here and sunder
Your journey's done, you're under my cover."

Giving head to a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
She said, "Do you speak-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave her a DNA sandwich

And he said,
"I come from my gland down under
With sudden flows of man-chunder
Can't you hear my internal thunder?
'Cause here I come, you wetter snake lover."

Lying in a den in Bombay
Although I'm straight, he thinks that I'm gay
I said to the man, "Don't you see I've no hard on,
Because oth-er men do not turn me on?"

And he said,
"Oh! Do you come from that gland down under? (oh yeah yeah)
That women know how to plunder?
I can see that I made a blunder
You're a straight one, you can't be my lover."

We come from the glands down under
That mom and dad once did plunder
Thank your folks for their jolly plunder
Or you would not be reading this chunder

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