Royce: Is he really going out of his mind?

Guy: Well, there he is, let's ask him!

Merry: Hey, Malcolm, is that a new parody you're writing?

Malcolm: Mm-hm.

Pippin: Gee, it must be great to be the all-time leader. Is it a song about sex?

Malcom: Nn-nn.

All: By the way, where do you write 'em?

Malcolm: I write 'em at the video store.
I turn and walk into the back. You get the picture?
(Yes, we see.)
But Chucky says he's deleting all the sex!
(somebody's vibrator goes off, resembling the sound of a motorcycle)

We wrote some songs about getting down.
(Down, down.)
Chuck said to get those songs out of town.
(Whaddaya mean, he said get those songs out of town?)
He told us they were bad.
And that left us so sad.
But he said that now he's deleting all the sex!
(vibrator goes off)

One day, Chuck said, "Write something new."
He said, "No X-rated stuff, or you're through!"
(Whaddaya mean, he said X-rated stuff was through?)
I stood there and asked him why.
But all he would do was sigh.
I'm sorry that Chucky's deleting all the sex!
(vibrator goes off)

He sort of smiled, and waved me goodbye.
My tears were beginning to show.
As I typed away on that rainy night
I hit "ENTER" and let it go.
But whether it'll be posted, I don't know.
(No, no, no, no, no-no-no-no!)
Freak out! Freak out! Freak out! Freak out!
(sound of song being wiped off board)

I felt so useless, what could I do?
Remembering no posts allowed that are blue.
That kind of post, I don't dare.
I can't hide my tears, but I don't care.
I'll never forgive him, deleting all the sex!
(vibrator goes off)

Ooh, woo-woo-woo...

(Gone...)
Deleting all the sex, and now it's gone!
(Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone!)
Deleting all the sex, and now it's gone!
(Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone!)
Deleting all the sex, and now it's gone!
(Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone!)
Deleting all the sex, and now it's gone!
(Repeat 'til fade)