Well, he'll come doe eyed, whimpering, on his knees Screaming for mercy, begging for sweet release Oh, but he's yours, he's yours for the hour He's yours to degrade and devour Strip him down, rip his hide Strap it on and rip him up inside Sign your name in his flesh with a knife Beat him to within an inch of his life Full service every time Our patented depravity so vile, sublime You're exhausted, dizzy and prone When you're playing that rusty trombone Take your pick, worn out or young Choose to lick, to probe, fist or tongue Every square inch to do with as you will Every gallon of blood- yours to spill Strip him down, rip his hide Strap it on and rip him up inside Sign your name in his flesh with a knife Beat him to within an inch of his life Full service every time Our patented depravity so vile, sublime You're exhausted, dizzy and prone When you're playing that rusty trombone