Tongue scratch, sugar coat,
Latex condom, gravy boat.
Molten lovers, blended well,
Whisks and ladles straight from hell.
Asking questions, giving head,
Groping Nancy, seeing red,
Peeping Tom, seeping juice,
Moaning, groaning, chocolate mousse.
Meet my friend, his name is Tommy.
Tried him once, tastes like salami.
His shoes don’t fit, but I don’t care
A love for sorted meats we share.
Bacon eyes, prime rib smile
Flank steak sway and roast beef style
When my body craves for him…
…I just snap into a slim jim.
Spoon
Turkey baster
Sweet & sour
Melon baller
Head cheese
Paring knife
On the stove with your wife
Banana
Weiner
Pear…
10-speed ergonomic handmixer
BREADBOX
At two a.m. I rise to see
In the fridge, what treats could be…
Capers, mayonnaise, wedge of brie
Flat coke, soy milk, rank ice tea
Reaching for the sliced pastrami
Warm hands find my meat; it’s Tommy
Just like that he’s all up on me
Fold me up like origami… yeeeuh.
Breadbox. Breadbox. Breadbox.
Words by The Count
Music by The Captain & The Count
Bad Robot
Tasty Disaster
Freeze-Dried Spacefood Veal
Runner Girl
