Jack is in a hot dog, he’s runnin around town
Making all these crazy deliveries while thinking about a sound
The hawk is swirklin, start up the wagon
A sound is in a hot dog, its tappin in his ears
Not subtle but ultra clear
He thinks he knows that one day it’ll reappear
Death is in a hot dog, its like an oil stick from Minola
Brought to yer gut just straight up like my fly girl wearin Manolos
Red Leader 1: there’s a fire in my basket
Death is a hot dog, but don’t fear it
Its coming forth to us all
Its just a grand invitation to the next sweet ball
My dik done told me what I wanted to do
Gas is in a hot dog, its electrically wound
All the cables of the world hanging us deep from the ground
It forces us to be near with an outage we start to fear
Like a winter cough that’s destined to appear
Hot hot hot hot hotilly-diggily hot
Eat it while its hot in the wheat bun -- damn son
Spicy pickledy relish, equation makes me jealish
Pump the intestine, end it with a question
My dick done told me what I wanted to do
And it told me that I wanted to do you
I got race on my brains, cloggin up the drains
The TV/computer exhuming my remains
Tweetin nostalgia, my yogas insane
Hindu, robot, post-loaf ‘Trane
From Fuji to Rio to Denver and shit
The fellas and me, we wanna go on a trip
Good/slimy Maryse, Rock Row
Its a couple of flavors that made some dough
Airplanes, bicycles, cars and Doritos®
Don’t matter what when you’re wearin your Speedos
Chicken carcass bong in a 3 dollar town
Gonna cruise past Hong Kong unfound
Chump change drips from the breast to the lips
Gaddfi’s face is a blob full of blips
Would you put some chicken on my sweet-ass reverb
Its mean and spicy like a weed addict beaver
My baby spreads the slime, its goin around
Jump on the bedspread and make daddy proud
Clooney bangs Berlusconi’s wang
A Vietnam veteran shouts, “Hot dang”
Papa’s got a headache and he blew out the town
Underneath the fireplace the soot’s comin down
Kyp and Culk: no need for the Hulk
Call Hugs and party, deliver ex-bulk
My bitch got the clamp and its goin around
Should’ve been waxin me a dollar for a pound
I love it when you call me Big Grappa
Put your hands in the air and call my buddy Moppa
I’m a mean, cold-spinning arrhythmic queef
Su Z. Armageddon’s Cheez Whiz on the CD
Group shower, Facebook page
Little Shirley Temple got baseboarded today
Well I’m trippin in the sun on the way to the Grammy’s
Will Smith and Sting wearing matching pajamies
2 seconds of Pasta Slovenatron
Greece is loose and Madonna’s gone
I’m on my way to a 3rd date with Condoleezza Rice
She’s perky, she’s smart, gets nasty with my dice
I’m driving to her home, its a pad with some class
She’s got Moët, satin sheets, and a pretty great ass
I’m Inspector Maggot, I’m dead in a casket
I’m trashed Basque madness, I’m cocaine devil sadness
I’m drinking Cookies’ petals with thugs
Who sprayed my boot, I’ve got a ransom to stuff
Condoleezza is a firecracker the way she holds me down
She’s hungry from my plump pop all over her see-through gown
She ties me to the bedpost and whips me like a swine
I love Condoleezza Rice, she’s cuddly and she’s mine
I’ve got the radio playing on my stereo
Hifi transmission going thru my soul
Tee’N’Ay: checkout -- ruins my eyes
Don’t hesitate at Pies ‘N’ Thighs
Yo Mottel-in-the-hotel, check it out, here’s Condoleezza’s #
Just give her a call and tell her whose calling is Mr Thunder