Crack, crack, crack, crack.

Well,
Shuckin' in the mornin',
Shuckin' in the evenin',
Shuckin' at suppertime.
These vittles I'm shuckin',
Ahh, love that touch of brine.

Humpin' in the mornin',
Humpin' in the evenin',
Humpin at suppertime.
So sweet honeys I'm humpin'--
With love seafood, I'm primed.

They are farmed in the sea;
I'm on ' firma above.
Mollusks make my member
Much firmer for love.

Suckin' in the mornin',
Suckin' in the evenin',
Suckin' at suppertime.
Sea's vittles I'm suckin'
From shells with lustrous shine.

Shell, shells

Shtuppin' and adorin'
Strumpets in the evenin',
Shtuppin' at suppertime.
Ejaculate strumpets:
"At love he is sublime!
He's lusty when supine!
The lunch makes him entwine.
With luck, he'll go more time.
His lurch is quite canine.
His lunges, for 'm we pine.
His lump is at least 9.
We're left with no more rhyme."

Horny in the mornin',
Horny in the evenin',
Horny at suppertime.
I'm horny, also hungry. . .
Make love after I've dined.

They are farmed in the sea,
The mollusks made for love.
They're chewy and tender. . .
Raise members above.

Stuck in, in the mornin',
Stuck in, in the evenin',
Stuck in at suppertime.
Post shuckin', I'm post-stuck-in;
My lust don't fall. . . .

Now shuckin' time (shuckin' time),
And then I dine--next, my dear,
Upwards I rear,
Then we both moan (both moan)
'cause I'm a humping drone (pumping-prone humping drone):
I give you my mollusk of love

Succor in the mornin',
Succor in the evenin',
Succor at suppertime.
Seek some vittles succor
When love speed, love seed
Have (halve bivalve)
Declined.

Shuckin' time,
Suckin' time,
Shtuppin' time.