This is a song It's meant to be stupid, racist, down right nasty. So very wrong, is this song – and it's long Turn down your radio.
Imagine yourself in a boat No a void, a black void.
Imagine a colour But not pink, Caressing your limbs Now you sink into a dream state Into a trans I'm counting down backwards, look at my hands 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1 Don't open your eyes Now I've begun to hypnotize.
So you continue to listen to this Wanting the story, you don't want to miss! So I continue to sing you this song Oh lordy boredy, it's so very wrong.
So you are under this low toned voice I'm taking your will power by choice Talk like a monkey, cheese you shall grate Oh even better, I want you to masturbate.
You put your hand down your nickers onto your peni or gina and begin to Tuck it or rub it, what ever you please No the other hand is grating the cheese.
Shuck yourself harder, you're doing it right… Fuck yourself harder, continue all night, Pluck every hair out of a giraffe, Slaughter a pig, and suck on a calf.
Imagine yourself in the sky Way up high where you're flying like a bird Now a turd, dropping down towards Earth Falling like the shit you are You're stuck in traffic, you're stuck in your car
Listening to me and my non-chinese talk Chinky-o-china, let's go for a walk Walking back towards reality Completely awake on the count of 3
1 – 2 – 3 4 – 5 – 6 The extra three numbers are in case you are thick Have a nice day Remember your fruit End of this Song Et Salut! Et Salut!