Sy Borg

Sy Borg Gimme dat Gimme dat Sy Borg Gimme dat Give me de chromium leg I beg Sy Borg Gimme dat Gimme dat Sy Borg Gimme dat Give me de chromium leg, dude Little wires Pliers, tires They turn me on Maybe I'm crazy Maybe I'm crazy Maybe I'm crazy Mon Gee, Sy And this is a real groovy apartment you've got here All government sponsored recreational services are clean and efficient This is exciting I never plooked a tiny chrome-plated machine That looks like a magical pig with marital aids Stuck all over it, such as yourself before You'll love it It's a way of life Does that mean maybe later you'll plook me If you wish, we may have a groovy orgy Just me and you? I share this apartment with a modified gay Bob doll He goes all the way Ever try oral sex with miniature rubberized homo-replica? No, ah, not yet Ah, is this him? This is him Your wish is his command He likes you He wants to kiss you always Just tell him what you want Really? Hi, little guy Think I might get a tiny, but exciting blow-oo-ow job Gimme dat Gimme dat Blow job Gimme dat Give me de chromium cob, dude Bend over Gay Bob Blow-oo-ow job Gimme dat Gimme dat Blow job Gimme dat Give me de chromium cob You'll love it It looks just like a TeleFunken U-47 Little leather cap And trousers They look so gay Warren just bought some Warren just bought some Warren just bought some, hmm-mm-mm Hey Bob is tired Plook me now You savage rascal Eh! That tickles You are a fun person I like you I want to kiss you always Gee, this is great How's about some bondage and humiliation? Anything you say, master Oh no, I don't believe it You're way more fun than Mary You're plooking too hard And cleaner than Lucille Plooking on me What have I been missing all these years? Too hard Sy Too hard Sy Plooking too hard On me-e- Speak to me, oh no The golden shower must have shorted out his master circuit He's, he's, oh my God I must have plooked him, hey, to death, hey This is the central scrutinizer You have just destroyed one model XQJ-37 Nuclear Powered Pan - Sexual Roto - Plooker And you're gonna have to pay for it So give up, you haven't got a chance But I, I-I-I-I-I I can't pay I gave all my money To some kinda groovy religious guy two songs ago Come on out son Between the two of us We'll find a way to work it out