Hey girl, do you see the thing I see?

I'm linking to a line looking your eyes at me

Dumpy young thing, just reach in for something to reach for

Baby, you're beautiful, baby, you sweet whitey peach whore

There's a man

Finger, fist; shaft to tip, mat to rug 'til you scream

Horny young ape walking with not a stall as I sing

No, I'm not the one

I know that you're trippin' my way

Bland and quite usual; swear it's a beautiful day

(It is, it is)