Now I'd like to ask you the musical question. What's better than roses on the piano?
Tulips on the organ. Yay!
The blues, the blues.

Tell you about my baby.
Yeah, she's oversexed.
You know my baby.
She's oversexed.
Her favorite word is "next."

Yeah, she's so conceited.
It's a shame.
She's so goddamn conceited.
It's a shame.
When, she has an orgasm.
She calls out her own name.

We make love almost every night.
We make love almost every night.
Yeah, almost. But not quite.

I showed her my naked body.
Now I can't call her.
I showed her my naked body.
Now I can't call her.
She said: "that looks just like a dick
But it's smaller.

So I put it in her hand.
It was a joke.
Yeah, when I took it out and put it in her hand,
it was just for a joke.
Well, she looked at me and she said:
"thanks, but I don't smoke."

And I make love almost every night.
I make love almost every night.
Every night.
Almost. But not quite.

I said: "hey, baby, let's do it doggie style
Right here on the bed.
Hey, baby, let's you and me do it doggie style
Right here on the bed."
She said: "all right." So I sat up and begged
And she rolled over and played dead.

Well, the first time I made love
I was not yet full grown.
The first time I made love
I was not yet full grown.
And the worst thing about it is
I was all alone.

But I make love almost every night.
I make love almost every night.
Almost. But not quite.

My baby, I walked right up to her one night.
I said: "hey, baby, how about coming back to my place?
We'll have ourselves a little scotch and sofa.
We could try a little sixty-eight.
That's where you do me and I owe you one."
She said: "Get out of here!"
I said: "what?"
She said: "get out of here."
She said: "You're history.
You're out of here.
You're gone."