The Sad But True Story Of Ray Mingus, The Lumberjack Of Bulk Rock City, And His Never Slacking Stribe In Exploiting The So Far Undiscovered Areas Of The Intention To Bodily Intercourse From The Opposite Species Of His Kind, During Intake Of All The Mental Condition That Could Be Derived From Fermentation
 
 
 
 It's been a pretty long time, baby 
 But now, I'm back in town 
 It's time to leave your husband 
 Now you know that little clown 
 
 Last time we were seeing 
 Didn't you beg for more 
 It's OK with me as long 
 As you do it four on the floor 
 
 This is what I'm giving you, you'll get it all tonight 
 You will be my lover, but not my tender wife 
 I'll be harder than your husband, I'll be harder than your man 
 I'll hit you with my twenty inch until you can not stand 
 I'll be harder than your husband, I'll be harder than your man 
 I'll hit you with my twenty inch until you can not stand 
 
 I've missed the little North Pole 
 On the bottom of my twister 
 Here's the one-eyed-worm 
 Now you'll never be a sister 
 
 Well, it's time to leave now 
 You better walk her home 
 Don't forget you underwear 
 You look pretty stoned 
 
 This is what I'm giving you, you'll get it all tonight 
 You will be my lover, but not my tender wife 
 I'll be harder than your husband, I'll be harder than your man 
 I'll hit you with my twenty inch until you can not stand 
 
 I'll be harder than your husband, I'll be harder than your man 
 I'll hit you with my twenty inch until you can not stand 
 I'll be harder than your husband, I'll be harder than your man 
 I'll be harder than your husband, I'll be harder than your man