I'm enthralled, but I'll button up,
Although I'm juttin' up--
'Cause a policeman's nearby.
I'd removed my nutter cup,
But I will button up--
I've got buttons on my fly.

I unstuff my cachee and then I get flashy,
I pitch what you watch: a "high five."
It's awfully ungracious to watch the shocked faces
Of little schoolgirls and old wives.

My T-shirt I'm doffing; my teased quirt is hopping,
I'm glomming for truculent cops.
I'm thickened and bony; I quicken to show me--
Exposure's a pecker-splint prop.

But I'd better button up; my spear I'm shuttin' up.
Jailing thoughts do make me shy.
Bye, bye--I have buttoned up; back on, the nutter cup.
Come back next month--feast your eyes.