The Stir-Crazy Pornographer

[Verse 1]
Enter he with paperweight
A kinky old man named Jane-Be-Late

[Refrain]
He said, "Son, don't drag me, drag me down, down to the ground"

[Verse 2]
Now when he works, he blazes trails
Of fine-toothed combs and ponytails

[Refrain]
He said, "Son, don't drag me, drag me down, down to the ground"
Son, don't drag me, drag me down, down
Son, don't drag me, drag me down, down to the ground

[Outro]
Drag me down, down
Drag me down, down
Drag me down, down
To the ground