I think I'm going down (we will)
      The sexual festival's such a thrill
      It makes me just want to kill kill kill kill kill kill
      Sorry!
      I love the perfume round your hips
      The way you flirtify your lips
      I hear the zipper unzip
      Feel the flesh start to rip rip rip rip rip rip rip rip rip rip rip

      You've got to stand up and be counted
      Or lie down and be mounted
      You've got no choice, you've got to use your voice
      Ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya

      Fornicators freaks and sodomites
      Transexuals and transvestites
      Homo, hetero or confused
      Bisexual, used and abused
      Vestetiny is here
      Sadomasochistic fun is here
      Sex is sin, sin is fun
      Come one, come all, in the end just COME

      You've got to ... move into the centre, or
      Or just break, and enter
      We wanna reach your mind
      But through your behind

      The panic of seduction
      The act of reproduction
      Now you're back in the sack
      You must describe your function
      The fuck truck, the root ute
      A hip hop not shock; you fist descrete, you need
      release, not just another pit-stop.  Big breast,
      sunken chest, are you better than the rest, what's your
      measurement, baby can we make a test,
      How much have you spent, is your arse up for rent, are you blonde or
      brunette or is it ginger ginger, have you been experienced or are you a
      beginner, your salivating now coz you're up against the wall, the pitcher's
      on the mound so grab the bat and let's play ball, let's play ball, let's
      play ball, let's play ball.

      You've got to be loud and be proud now or
      Lie nude in the crowd now
      I want your touch
      Let's get down and Ya ya ya ya ya
                 ya ya ya ya ya
                         ya ya ya ya ya
                         ya ya ya ya ya
      You've got to STOP