When I get old and I'm losing my bowels many years from now...
will you still be bringing me that brown surprise, golden greetings bright as sunrise?

When my "Depends" are filled to the hips and they won't hold no more, will you still bring me will you still feed me brown cornloaf like before?

It can be chunky it can be smooth, I don't really care.
As long as it's not runny i'm satisfied, I don't want kearnals sprayed in my eye.

Just say the word and I'll take my cue, I'll be at your backdoor, 'cause when you bring me yummy brown cornloaf none will hit the floor.

I dream of brown cornloaf at night and you're pantys of white with the dark brown stain......both drive me insane!
I'll get down on my knees, bring brown cornloaf please?