Originally written as a poem in 1995 while living in Tokyo, Japan and later put to music by Marc Beutel.
Lyrics
Lap lillies like to lounge low under my long and luminous lubed lammy.
Screw shooters seldom suck and swallow my sweltering shimmering soup sauce.
Captain Smack is on the attack come to take his bruised bitch back.
Pick flows red til red turns black. What ends in a ditch begins in a crack.
Nik-nak nippies nudge and cudgle my growing and glowing nest of nuance.
Fickle free-wheeling fudge fingers fondle my fiddle-faddle of fanatical fun.
Captain Smack is on the attack come to take his bruised bitch back.
Pick flows red til red turns black. What ends in a ditch begins in a crack.
Slurp lassies with cream assed cassies topple my goop-gallow pole. Until fickle flam flies on soft belly rolls.
Captain Smack is on the attack come to take his bruised bitch back.
Pick flows red til red turns black. What ends in a ditch begins in a crack.
