<i>(spoken)</i>
Oh yeah. Up my ass.
Up my ass.
Up my ass. A lit candleâ€"up my ass. A firecracker, a finger, a thumbâ€"up my ass. An egg. A vibratin' egg. A scrambled eggâ€"up my ass. A dildo, strapped onto a mannequin, wearing a Nixon maskâ€"up my ass.
Power tools, an electric drill, a screwdriver, a monkey wrenchâ€"up my ass. A monkeyâ€"up my ass.
A potpourri of assorted fragrancesâ€"up my ass. Up my smelly asshole. 'Cause I'm not one of those guys who walks around pretending that my shit don't stink. My shit stinks. I admit it. And right now, there is a lot of shitâ€"up my ass.
Up my ass.
Up my ass.
Up my assâ€"and to the left.
Up my ass. Step right up. Step right up. Come one, come allâ€"up my ass. Everyone and everythingâ€"up my ass.
Everything except for your skanky, bullshit, artificial, plastic dick (oh yeah), looks like you bought it at the K-Mart (up my ass)â€"fuck you with your bogus dildo (oh yeah). You can shove that up <i>your</i> ass, honey, not mine. Up <i>my</i> ass, I got a special gift for you (up my ass). Right here. Come and get it. It's up my ass.
Up my ass.
Up my ass.
Up my ass.
The Louisiana Purchaseâ€"up my ass (up my ass). The Encyclop탦dia Britannica (up my ass)â€"up my ass (up my ass). Your grandmotherâ€"up my ass. Shields and Yarnellâ€"up my ass.
Chocolates. Lollipops. Cakes and pies... and it's all for free. Children... children...