Beef Cane

Lyrics

[VERSE 1]
Touch my brown donut, and wish for a cramp.
Don't you know, you are my Number Eight Champ?
The operatic pizza horse is makin' me damp;
That's how it goes when we're chillin' at camp.

[BRIDGE 1]
Stop!
Stop givin' me reasons to pluck my bones.
Hop!
Hop into the season - wax your Greek phones.
Pip!
Pippy Shortstockings learned she has Crohn's.
Drip!
Drippin' love on your hot wings, then we'll fly drones.

[CHORUS]
I'm grabbin' your banana outside of the liquor store.
You're the "copa" to my "cabana", and I am the quicker whore.
Shave my brain dust in the fiery hurricane.
Make my vein bust with that fat beef candy cane!

[VERSE 2]
Sing to the gator, and sprinkle it with gay tin foil.
You're the Master Baiter, and I am your baby oil.
Bake a nice tostada, then bury it beneath blue soil.
Bad Empanada is dancing to This Mortal Coil.

[BRIDGE 2]
Wait!
Wait for me 'cause I can't walk fast in liquid shoes.
Great!
It's great how Rotten Stacey takes a beauty snooze.
Hot!
It's hotter than a scarecrow's asshole soaked with booze.
Twott!
My twott is open - now it's time to get the blues.

[CHORUS]
I'm grabbin' your banana outside of the liquor store.
You're the "copa" to my "cabana", and I am the quicker whore.
Shave my brain dust in the fiery hurricane.
Make my vein bust with that fat beef candy cane!

[BANJO SOLO]

[BRIDGE 3]
Pump!
Just pump your poop out all over my baby face.
Jump!
Jump on the trampoline - do it at Davey's pace.
Hey!
Hay is for horses, and you force me to throw up.
Spray!
The Special Forces deer man tells me to grow up.

[CHORUS]
I'm grabbin' your banana outside of the liquor store.
You're the "copa" to my "cabana", and I am the quicker whore.
Shave my brain dust in the fiery hurricane.
Make my vein bust with that fat beef candy cane!..