Well, Wilma, she's closing her eyes
To some fornication she does not wish to acknowledge,
Or is she not aware that that pal o' hers, gettin' ass, not hers; he's sated
By the Betty, his poon-babe neighbor in the community.
They got Rubble, Fred's friend, right there
I say Rubble, right there in Bedrock city.
Now Fred, he's with Betty playin';
She's gettin' mighty prowed each day.
At night, says, "Barn, not now. . .a headache."
Consid’rable hours Fred, Bet spend
Gland in gland; they are emboldened. . .
Even cul de sac—that end.

Now a mulehead is Betty's guy—
All day long, he works the shift
And never says, "Why," to himself
"Does Fred's illness never stop?
He's gone every day.
Well, I won't pass judgment; he'll be back soon, I'm sure."

Fred's ballin' his dame!

Barney is just a boob who ain't
A scientist of type rocket,
An appalling slob;
Don't know Betty's being rode
By pal Fred in for-ni-kay. . .
She gives a Fred-in-her-till whine,
Then cheers, frothing, glottal.

Dead-from-neck-up don't know
That lug is humpin' his honey.
What a dumb galoot!

"Where's that big, lovable clown, Wilma?" friends ask her.
"He's taking a course, with the goal of amblin'
Up the org chart in rat race, so
He's not at this place and not at work, of course."
She can't see that strut-up cocky boy's
Blissful in that patch, covered with oil,
Oil of ¡olé!
Fred is in bed with Barney's queen—
She's got one, two, three sore-from-sex sockets; on the table
They been rockin'. . .living room.
And that Gentle Ben Barn's a dunce
With a capital "D," then "F"'s after "E,"
And that stands for "fool."

For weeks now, in this Bedrock city,
Fred has been friggerin' away
Each day, this hung man has been friggerin',
Friggerin' away at noontime, shtup 'er time, more times screw.
Got the ball in the pocket,
Betty's kind—gettin' his glandy high and pulled.
In her seamed-door patch there's a tube steak poundin',
All the time, pumpin', gettin' hotter.
It's apparent he's shot, 'cause his sis-turn's empty.
He has an oyster bite, then no trouble.
He does shots and shots with Betty Rubble.
Because she had a kid, she's got bigger knockers,
Birthed that young one; peaks now make Fred drool
All over shafted tool. Look, folks!
Right her in Bedrock City
Rubble is a chap who can't see
Her forest, his tree; he's just a damned fool.

Now take Wilma and Fred: they're both nice and kind parents,
But I'm gonna be cur-fetcher frank:
Would you like to know what kind of consummation goes on
When Wilma's home? She will call
To ersatz hound Dino, calling, "Makes moot men,"
Cryin' out, "Like a maid, I've lickerish needs
And want a shaggin' bout.”
Wilma's got a lover who's her pell-mell pet, her best friend.
You might say she's in "mule" thrall
'cause Dino's been lanced of cojones.
Libertine men and scarlet women
With shag-time, shake-it music.
Wilma grabs for Dino’s donger.
He’s got hungle cram-it-all in-stick.
“Mama mia!”
Bent for sideways aim, he revels, splays mound.

Shtupped full, she got shtupped full
Right there in Bedrock city
By a capital “D-
i-n-o”; he knows how to tool,
And what a tool!
She surely got shtupped full
Right there in Bedrock city,
Right there!
Takes his digger out all way—
That gets her hung’ring, oral for that “yule”. . .
Tongual, tongual, tongual. . . .

Munchin’ in Bedrock city.
Fred is gorging at Betty’s place—
Got snout where there’s rimes of eruption.
He foments those humps under blouse,
Then does he buccal those bigger knockers, and moans does she.
He does a flick-her-’tween domain with clit-flexed finger.
His right nostril on her north nip’.
He’s starting to then uprise. . . pokes, unslacked. . .
A willie-whiz-bang.
A burgeoned surge leaps into her. . .comsummation,
Burgeoned swell,
A soak-the-post man.
Well, the grown man spends
In hot Rubble,
Right there in Bedrock city.
When this chap is full, he
Shags the fine Betty
As he mans his tool.

He surely fooled Rubble,
That Barney’s a dimwit; see,
The member his main squeeze rocks with is Fred’s oaken yule.
What a dunce, Rubble.
He’s so gullible, gullible, Rubble.
His dame ain’t got him—Wilma’s husband balls. . .swims in Betty’s pool.
Oh, what a dunce, Rubble, so gullible.
That’s a “D-u-n-c-e.”
That poor man’s a fool.