King Missile Let's Have Sex Lyrics

I will slur
And heel and hem and haw
I will eat a monkey paw
When you call me up and command me to come over to
your house for s__
and tea biscuits, I shall clandestinely drop my
c__berbund down the
dumbwaiter chute.
Lutes will serenade us like liquid lemonade.
You will glisten like newborn snow, and I will listen like a
clairvoyant
nipple clamp.
It will be s__, like nobody has ever had it before in the
history of
postmodern lovemaking.
It will be s__, even if it isn't.
It will be s__, even if only in theory, even if it's only
pantomine, even if it's just a memory, or a dream or a
symphonic approximation;
after a summer of autonomous sodomy and
National Geographic specials
about the pretty animals that use
other animals as food
by eating them.
on television.
But we shouldn't even watch television,
we should just have s__:
Epoch making, earth shaking,
Teeth chattering, dish clattering,
Fish frying, eye popping,
Never stopping, bunny hopping,
Toe tapping, Joseph Papping s__,
Shakespeare in the park kinda s__.
D train to Coney Island vacation kinda s__.
Clandestine in the airplane laboratory kind of s__,
Olympic marathon s__.
All the different ways that we feel like having s__,
we should,
until we grow old and bored and disillusioned.
The let us rekindle our feelings,
forget our despair and our celibate nonsense
and do it like bunnyrats till the cows
come home to roost.
so call me sometime, and let's have s__.