The immortal power of phallus possession
Watcha' readin’ pumpkin pie? Sigmund Freud’s penis envy What on earth be that? Ah! the possession of phallus I don’t get what you say, dear Venus Don’t worry mama, neither do I… Oh! Mother, Freud is playing with my mind Arousing an interest, a desire For sexuality, sex I’ve been having dreams, Ever so lusty, ever so wet That it's me lying on the bed Instead of you, next to your man Run to the forest, dear Get bananas for your libido A radish, for a banana, may be too thick A carrot, for color Catch some salmon for the bear Feed it first, then bring it home for dinner Here, take my knife And get some spiders to fry And some tomatoes to sundry You're back early, girl Jesus Christ! What be that? Oh! Mother, I had my first complete sexual experience I jumped in the river Caught the salmon Took my clothes off, while expecting the bear A young man offered his penis in the phallus I took it and chopped it