June Night Afternoon

On a June night afternoon
I went out huntin' poon
Icy tooth filled up with it past the door
All of the pooguls was woo-woo-ing
Woggy woogles was voodoo-ing
In walked Ozmo DeBugus
Zat whippin' prick sure was humungous
Then all the pooguls wanna tongue us
A lick for fifteen cents
So while Ozmo went out looking for a kiss-of-mint pack
I took out my razor and I stabbed one in the back
Billowed soft out of the star, did a navigator’s star
One that guides nomadic sailors to their ends
Turn to its face to cry
Out of its mouth it dropped my eyes
So I lost my bet and maybe my carcass rights
Ozmo warned that this distraction would just give them satisfaction
Since poo-gun-zull up some pungo whenever they get action
Run, run, son to zat of your come
Run, run, son to zat of your come
Run, run, son to zat of your come
Run, run, son to zat of your come
Run, run, run