How'd you like to swing on a star
With our neighbors, Grace and Lamar
Get real kinky, out lightyears far,
Or would you rather do a mule...

A mule is an animal, you know that, of course
The mix of a jackass and a horse
A farmer friend of mine, dear mister Brown
Says at his orgy, we could go to town
But if you think bestiality's not cool
We'll just forget about the mule

Maybe you'd like to swing on a star
Richard Branson's built this space car
We could really freak out afar,
Or would you think yourself a pig

A pig is an animal, and also a broad
One who would not be shocked and awed
At bein' sleazy with a kinky group
She'd disrobe easily and hula hoop
But if you won't wear that feather on your fig
You might not fit in as a pig

So, would you like to swing on a star
We could swiing the price, tickets are
We'd fly first class, munch caviar
Or would you rather fondle fish

Could party with Crazy Al - his hot tub's a brook
When it comes to strange, he wrote the book
We'd all get cozy, wearing clothing, naught
But if at such a place, you'd not be caught
And you just aren't really into shark fet-ish
We can, politely, skip the fish

There's so much strange stuff swingers can do
Every day they in-vent some new
Off to Mars we'll zoom thru the blue
Kink out with high hats like a Czar

Be really swingin' on a star