Mum's surrounded by hangers-on and sycophants,
Who all have one thing in mind: getting in her pants.
To a whole host of problems, mum sees a single solution:
Frenetic bogs-prostitution.
this morning, mum's having a bit of trouble sitting down.
she shouldn't have let Dennis Taylor use a real snooker cue to pot the proverbial brown.
fuck butter and lube comes raining from above,
rub it all into my fleshy wank glove.
Office temp dad's got the axe,
For attempting to molest kids by fax.
Mum mega like:
Gang of blokes doing anal "crowd strike".
Dad's the proud new owner,
Of a plastic baby doll's boner!
Dad's right at the other end of the scale,
From "normally sexually functioning male".
One of mum's key bogs needs,
Is a set of basketball sized anal beads.
Your father got really high up in Scientology,
'til they audited his dick
(with it's odd cock ecology),
now he's combined his knob with automotive technology.
