Oh, Lord, if I ever meant anything to you, please let me fall asleep before she thinks of sex
You know I never danced unless it was gonna get some sex for me
If your father didn't lace that lemonade, with vermouth, I'd be single
I'll tell you what I do then, We'll stand you in front of a mirror, I'll begin strangling you, when you reach the shade of blue that is satisfactory to you, you yell "Moo" and I'll stop