Your head is like a yoyo,
your neck is like the string,
Your body's like a camembert
oozing from its skin.
Your fanny's like two sperm whales
floating down the Seine
Your voice is like a long fart
that's music to your brain.
Your eyes are two blind eagles
that kill what they can't see
Your hands are like two shovels
digging in me.
And your love is like an oil-well
Dig, dig, dig, dig it,
On the Champs-Elysees.
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