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Joe:
Sy Borg
Gimme dat, gimme dat
Sy Borg
Gimme dat, give me the chromium leg
I beg
Sy Borg
Gimme dat, gimme dat
Sy Borg
Gimme dat, give me the chromium leg
Little wires, pliers, tires
They turn me on
Maybe I’m crazy
Maybe I’m crazy
Maybe I’m crazy, mon
Gee, Sy
This is a real groovy apartment
You’ve got here
Sy Borg:
All government sponsored recreational services are clean and efficient
Joe:
This is exciting
I never plooked
A tiny chrome-plated machine
That looks like a magical pig
With marital aids stuck all over it
Such as yourself before
Sy Borg:
You’ll love it!
It’s a way of life
Joe:
Does that mean maybe later
You’ll plook me
Sy Borg:
If you wish, we may have a groovy orgy
Joe:
Just me and you?
Sy Borg:
I share this apartment
With a modified
Gay Bob doll
He goes all the way
Ever try oral sex with a miniature rubberized homo-replica?
Joe:
No, ah, not yet
Ah, is this him?
Sy Borg:
This is him
Your wish is his command
He likes you
He wants to kiss you always
Just tell him what you want
Joe:
Really?
Hi, little guy
Think I might get a tiny, but exciting
Blow . . . job
Gimme dat, gimme dat
Blow job
Gimme dat, give me de chromium cob
Sy Borg:
Bend over
Joe:
Gay Bob
Blow job
Gimme dat, gimme dat
Blow job
Gimme dat, give me de chromium cob
Sy Borg:
You’ll love it!
It looks just like a TeleFunken U-47
Joe:
Little leather cap and trousers
They look so gay
Warren just bought some
Warren just bought some
Warren just bought some
Hey
Sy Borg:
Bob is tired
Plook me now
You savage rascal
Ehhh! That tickles
You are a fun person
I like you
I want to kiss you always
Joe:
Gee, this is great
How’s about some bondage and humiliation?
Sy Borg:
Anything you say, master
Joe:
Oh no, I don’t believe it
You’re way more fun than Mary
Sy Borg:
You’re plooking too hard
Joe:
And cleaner than Lucille
Sy Borg:
Plooking on me
Joe:
What have I been missing
All these years?
Sy Borg:
Too hard
Joe:
Sy
Sy Borg:
Too hard
Joe:
Sy
Sy Borg:
Plooking too hard on me-e-e-e-e
Joe:
Speak to me
Oh no
The golden shower must have shorted out
His master circuit
He’s, he’s, oh my God
I must have plooked him
Hey
To death
Hey
Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER
You have just destroyed one model XQJ-37 Nuclear Powered Pan-Sexual Roto-Plooker
And you’re gonna have to pay for it!
So give up, you haven’t got a chance
Joe:
But I
I, I, I, I, I
I can’t pay
I gave all my money
To some kinda groovy religious guy
Two songs ago
Central Scrutinizer:
Come on out son
Between the two of us
We’ll find a way to
Work it out
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