Just a prong before you go
Your love will not be spurned
Humping twice the speed of sound
Your lover will get burned
When the time was over, they had to go to work
And then he looked at her and said
"How was my little squirt?"
She told him it was splendid
She told a pack of lies
It was too fast and frenzied, there between her thighs
Leaping through the garden gate
He thought their love was strong
But when he came back home at four
She was gone
Just a prong before you go
A lesson to be learned
Humping twice the speed of sound
Your butter will be churned