You came twice last year like a Sears catalog 

'Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg 

Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God 

'Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're Pavlov's dog 

Like a DC-10 I'm guaranteed to go down 

But baby your black box is the one that I found

I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money 

Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smell funny

So down I go like I'm 2000 Flushes 

I can tell I'm doing something right by the way that she blushes 

She's one that's speechless but I'm the one that's tongue tied 

She's thinking holy mackerel I'm thinking tuna on the side 

There must be something wrong with Al Pacino's nose 

'Cause the scent of a woman is like rotten tomatoes 

Yea I'm snorkeling for clams and it doesn't matter if I want to be 

Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base 

I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes 

Yea I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties 

And then drink it while eating out down at the Seafood Shanty