That I was raised in the days
  Of the house-husband craze
  But the taste of your loving udder
  Was replaced by another
  Dried cow puss and rubber
  And now a hunger still thrives
  A hunger that I've never satisfied

  I'm fumbling through life
  From hunger
  I writhe for someone
  With a place I can hide my eyes
  I'm searching for a mighty heart
  Housed with a mighty crest
  And from this base of operation
  I would pacify the nation

  But then who would rely
  On a boob such as I
  I'll be anyone's twit
  For a mouthful of title

  And still that hunger will thrive
  A hunger that I've never satisfied

  I'm fumbling through life
  From hunger
  I writhe for someone
  With a place I can hide my eyes
  And I've got big eyes
  For someone
  With a place I can hide these eyes
  And that ain't all