i remember when jock was young, madame pussy saddled his dong
holdin' hands, their swimmin hole was their gold 'fore bev'rly would disgrace it with joan
soon the biggest dick would say he's wrong, he is no way much a jock, he cried "ach,
as my brothers' dicks been shoppin' down a god, i've been taunting their dauntings,
now my cock's a riled jock as well!"
jock the riled cock, he was crushed and blocked, he would weep "i can't keep will"
he's never qed, he's just felt too fine - "i'm the best of men," he billed
his lord, his mama both cried the night m. pussy swore she guessed his plight
as the jock, the riled cock, he was out with mike
the next year, july, when came jock out blind, pussy's men been left with all her warring cries
brawn guys thinking, "it's my pecker," but she's thinking bout the bev'rly who had sold the dream,
bout the bev'rly's will to kill her jock, "learn what's of q til cock's a riled jock"
burning past all the jeeps and fast, she really thought her jock'd be tired rockin ass, well