I see you down there
  With your balding hair
  And I wanna touch the spot
  I dont care what used to be there
  I just wanna touch the spot
  I got some plastic drawers
  And here there are no laws
  A tickle with a feather
  In hot shorts made of pleather
  I got a fetish for it
  And I just cant describe it
  It gives me such a rush, makes me wanna blush
  I pick it, I pluck it and then oooh....
  A tickle with a feather
  In hot shorts made of pleather
  Heels and slippers make me quiver
  Shake, shake, shake
  Cakes and muffins and cookies too
  And pies in the face
  Toys & boys & rings & things
  Shake & bake and everthing
  Cum & shit & furniture
  And public bathrooms thats for sure
  Smelly socks and underwear
  Eye snots and pubic hair
  Crooked teeth and sexy arms
  Elvis, dice & lucky charms
  I see your hiney, its big and shiny
  You better hide it before I bite it!
  To make you understand,
  Well you just gotta try it