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