P.T.

Mama and Papa were laying in bed!

Mama rolled over and this is what she said:

Oh, give me some...

Oh, give me some...

P.T.

P.T.

Good for you

and good for me!

Mmm, good!

Up in the morning to the rising sun

Gotta run all day till the running's done

Ho Chi Minh is a son of a bitch

Got the blueballs, crabs and the seven-year itch