Wet, those nooks can rash your part
And you’ll rue that the dampness, not banned now
Teeming, the rot—a balls rout that’s quite scary
It gets hold of your gland now
And with your nads rose from rashin’
No soothin’ from a scratch with your hand now
And you’ll have fun-fun-fungus
If dampness on your glee-urge should stay
(Fun-fun-fungus. . . .)

Well, the girls can’t stand it
When you’ve got wood arrives in that shape now
(Arrives in the shape now; no swives in the shape)
She’ll nay that in-she swive plunger. . .
Looks like a roasted chafin’-it pace now
(A chafin’-it-pace prow, from chafin’ that place)
A lotta guys gonna catch it
They don’t keep ’em in a dry, loose place now
(A brook in that place and they’ll cook in that place)
And they’ll have fun-fun-fungus
If dampness on their he-squirt should stay
(Fun-fun-fungus. . . .)

Wet and dew on balls, schlong
You’ll feel bad—so gettin’ dry’s the clue now
(Tube shoulda been dried now, tube shoulda been dried)
Don’t let that nook, then, get steamy
You’ll be itchin’ and no fun will ensue now
(Tube couldn’t be plied now, tube couldn’t be plied)
Best get a sump so watery
Drops won’t flocculate and form a dew prow
(The wood should be dried now, the wood should be dried)
Or you’ll have fun-fun-fungus
If dampness on your she-surge/he-verge* should stay
(Fun-fun-fungus. . . .)

[fade on alternating sounds of fastidious toweling and vigorous application of miconazole]


*shaft, rod