There's a skeeter on my peter whack it off There's a skeeter on my peter whack it off There's a dozen on my cousin I can hear the bastard buzzin' There's a skeeter on my peter whack it off
I was playing with my one-eyed trouser worm When I shot a wad it blew up in the air I should have aimed it better it hit my Irish Setter while my mom was combing out his hair
She was drivin' down the road doing a-hundred and ninety nine and the chain on her motorcycle broke Well they found her in the grass with the muffler up her ass and her titties playing "Dixie" on the spokes
