You came twice last year
like a Sear's catalog
Cause your last boyfriend
made love like Boss Hogg
Well now you're seeing me
but soon I'll have you seeing God
Cause girl I'll get you panting
like you're Pavlov's dog
Like a DC-10 I'm guaranteed to go down
But baby your black box is the one that I found
I'll give you the gift that keeps on given'
It won't cost you any money
Then she grabbed me by the ears and said
Kiss me where it smells funny
So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes
I can tell I'm doing something right
by the way that she blushes
She's the one that's speechless
but I'm the one that's tongue tied
She's thinking holy mackerel
I'm thinking tuna on the side
There must be something wrong
with Al Pacino's nose
cause the scent of a woman
is like rotten tomatoes
Yea I'm snorkeling for clams
and it doesn't matter if I wanna be
Don't come up for air until you
Drop my face below her waist
and stay on third base
I can tell that cherry's ripe
by the way that it tastes
Yea I could make a lot of wine
with the yeast I find inside her panties
And then drink it out
while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty.