butt ends where the logs all dwell
where the scat men live, and they do so smell
butt ends
every man has a can, and the women dance,
yes, they shake their can
butt ends
tis a drastic place where a moon can rise
in a public place
butt ends
keep it virgin sized
or the screams of you fill the midnight sky
it's poo, my love, now go wash your hands
it's bad down there, that exit gland
where the clingons dry, and the cats meow
just wipe it there, I'll show you how