Music and lyrics by Aaron Sarlo, © 2008 This is a song that my grandfather sang to my grandmother on the day that he met her At a cockfight Girl, you know I love you Like the mountains love the snow Like the camel loves its toe Like dill loves do And, girl, without you I'm a dollar with no cents A wash without a rinse A fluffer without a mint I want to get busy All inside your hot, little body And you will feel like you were riding on A penis tsunami And, girl, if I were your teacher I'd teach you one plus one is fun And, girl, if I were your doctor I'd prescribe gallons of my jism And, girl, if I were your lawyer I'd stick my law books in your shelf So slide over next to me, baby Because my dick won't suck itself I want to get busy All inside your poonani Gimme gimme sex And you will feel like you were riding on A penis tsunami Girl, let me break this down And then he leaned in close, and he said to her Girl, I know you don't speak any english But I got to know do you know how much I need you Need, need, need need, need, need you, girl And when I say need, I mean want And when I say you, I mean your vagina I can't lie to you, girl, I got them selfish genes And they want to get into your little snuggle hamper So bad they can taste it In fact, they're chewing holes in my nuts right now Just trying to get out into you, girl So, don't hate, wait Let me sing my song to you I think you'll know what to do So, if you like what you see Then how would you like a billion more of me That's right, I come in liquid form You will feel like you were riding on A tiny salami Small, but fully functioning I want to get biz-ay Inside your va-jay-jay That's right, I used the Oprah term And you will feel like you were riding on A penis tsunami