Guy’s lair’s in dales of backwoods landy;
guy’s tastes in daughter hanky-panky.
Yeah, guy’s brain’s on daughter hanky-panky,
guy’s weighing daughter hanky-panky.
Hey, guy waives “with daughter shan’t get randy!”

Guy daydreams daughter glandy-spanky;
yeah, guy’s tastes in daughter grabby-handy.
Guy’s brain’s on daughter wrappy-handy;
hey, guy’s weighing daughter yanky-cranky.
Guy’s cravin’ daughter cranky-spanky.

Guy’s got a longing to spend some time
with a blood relative and then spend sometime.
That incent-incest girl’s causin’ him to moan
and wicked wishes every night intone.
Though she’s his daughter, he’d get on and off ’er (oh no!)

Guy’d taste the dugs and mammie-lappy,
guy’s crazed like drugged for lappy lacties,
guy’d make dad love to dampy-danky,
guy ain’t above such hanky-panky,
guy’d place his strut in danky-tanky.

“Oh, I want it in,
that’s so.
Oh yeah!”

Guy’s got a hankerin’ to plank his pine
up in an arbor where the sun doesn’t shine.
His wish-to-pricked-be girl he wants to make moan
by insertion of his ancestral bone.
Though she’s his daugher, he’s longin’ to boff ’er (oh yeah!)

Alternate verse:
In certain walks of life, it’s just fine—
like down south of the Mason-Dixon line,
where lots of folks don’t have to stray too far from home;
when you got it right there, no need to roam.
First cousins, daughters—really shouldn’t oughta. (Oh well!)

He would crow, “Here’s my spline, hold on!!”

Yeah, guy’s cravin’ daughter wanky-handy;
hey, guy’s tastes in daughter’s danky-dampy,
guy’s weighin’ daughter yanky-glandy,
guy’s slave to daughter bangy-bangy,
guy’s cravin’ daughter tanky-glandied.

He wants some head sometimes also.

Guy’s cravin’ vox-box hanky-panky,
guy’s cravin’ vox-box lappy glandy,
guy’s cravin’ vox-box larynx-glandy,
guy craves vox-box rocks sappy glandy….