The carnal carnival is in town

I think I'm going down (we will)

The sexual festival's such a thrill

It makes me just want to kill kill kill kill kill kill

Sorry!

I love the perfume round your hips

The way you flirtify your lips

I hear the zipper unzip

Feel the flesh start to rip rip rip rip rip rip rip rip rip rip rip

You've got to stand up and be counted

Or lie down and be mounted

You've got no choice, you've got to use your voice

Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya

Fornicators freaks and sodomites

Transexuals and transvestites

Homo, hetero or confused

Bisexual, used and abused

Vestetiny is here

Sadomasochistic fun is here

Sex is sin, sin is fun

Come one, come all, in the end just COME

You've got to ... move into the centre, or

Or just break, and enter

We wanna reach your mind

But through your behind

The panic of seduction

The act of reproduction

Now you're back in the sack

You must describe your function

The fuck truck, the root ute

A hip hop not shock; you fist descrete, you need

release, not just another pit-stop. Big breast,

sunken chest, are you better than the rest, what's your

measurement, baby can we make a test,

How much have you spent, is your arse up for rent, are you blonde or

brunette or is it ginger ginger, have you been experienced or are you a

beginner, your salivating now coz you're up against the wall, the pitcher's

on the mound so grab the bat and let's play ball, let's play ball, let's

play ball, let's play ball.