Ode to a new zapper
With apologies to The Knack.
Ooh my little pretty ones, pretty ones.
When you gonna check out my chacojones?
Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run.
Seven-liter supercharged chacojones.
Never gonna stop, give it up.
Such a crazy pair. Always have ‘em out, like the feel
of the open air.
Cha cha cha cha cha woo. Cha cha cha chacojones…Come a little closer huh, ah will ya huh.
Close enough to look at my chacojones.
Keeping it a mystery gets to me
Noone knows the strength of my chacojones.
Never gonna stop, give it up.
Such a crazy pair. Always have ‘em out, like the feel
of the open air.
Cha cha cha cha cha woo. Cha cha cha chacojones…Why are you avoiding me, avoiding me?
Is it just a fear of my chacojones?
Is it just fantasy, fantasy?
Or can we play a game with my chacojones?
Never gonna stop, give it up.
Such a crazy pair. Always have ‘em out, like the feel
of the open air.
Cha cha cha cha cha woo. Cha cha cha chacojones…
By
feh
November 18th, 2007

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