He turns me on, don’t get me wrong;
His Morphine Blue voice crack’d Xerox—
’Something about the way he talks—
He says, “We belong, we belong”.
And, I fell into him at once;
But, he couldn’t keep up, keep up.
And, I’ll tell it to them close-up—
“My man, he was a righteous dunce”.
It was like my One-Thirty-Three
Stunn’d him right, oh, right, oh, right there:
He belch’d when I said “I forswear”.
Beware your lovers who can’t see.