Dustin Hoffman Gets A Bath

Yeah, you're my warm cherry center 
In a blanket of double brown chocolate kiss 
You're my pineapple cider 
You're the worm in my grapefruit 
I'm sorry I can help you 

Hundreds of battles 
And lovely notes 
That tired old horsey 

It's a good lay 
Oh, you'd like that 
Woohoo, hoohoo 

Eat shit 
On a bus budget 
The standard height of some
The body had a song 
Nobody, ah, come on
I'll come on Sunday
And move it 

This is some nightmare 
I am sharing with all of you 
Falling in clumps
To follow my feet 

Hundreds of battles 
And lovely notes 
That tired old horsey 

It's a good lay 
Oh, you'd like that 
Breeubreeubree 

Forgetting the fingers in your dress 
Waiting for the spring 
To open up the window 
Got a rope, that's a smile 
Dig deep graves 
Press those lips around you 
All he needs is a good talking to