MY NAME IS JACK (NECROPHILIA SONG)
My name is Jack,
And I'm a necrophiliac,
I fucks dead wimmen,
And I fills 'em full of jism.
I get frustrated,
When they're cremated,
Cause try as I must,
I can't fuck dust!
Each time I pass a cemetery gate,
I whip it out and masturbate.
My name is Judy,
My favorite stiff's a beauty,
Though his pecker's soft and thin,
I find his femur slips right in.
Most girls like their guys aware,
Me, I prefer Joe's lifeless stare,
Don't you call me a ghoul,
Just 'cause my Joe's real cool!
Each time I pass the mortuary gate,
My vagina starts to lubricate.
My name is Phil,
I likes my wimmen still,
I whack off in,
An occupied coffin.
I love wrinkly wimmen,
Who are over sixty-five,
Especially if they died,
At twenty-five!
Each day I try to copulate,
With my favorite deceased mate.
My name is Mary,
I met my lover through an obituary,
So what if he's dead,
At least he doesn't fart in bed.
I like his leathery skin,
I can poke it with a pin,
And when the worms come out his butt,
I feed them to the mutt!
Every time I see a crematory urn,
My genitals begin to burn.
My name is Ron,
I get a hard-on,
When I see a redhead,
Who's deader than dead.
You don't polka or waltz,
With a girl with no pulse,
I like my wimmen old,
I prefer my wimmen cold!
Each time I pass a mausoleum,
My shorts fill up with creaum.
My name is Denise,
My man is deceased,
I think it's wise,
To love a man who's demised.
I broke into his tomb,
Took him home to my room,
My mother Doris,
Admires his rigor mortis!
Each time I pass the old graveyard,
I find my nipples getting hard.
My name is Mitch,
And I dig a wealthy bitch,
Not because she's really rich,
But 'cause she's in a six-foot ditch.
Most like their ladies hot,
I rather fancy not,
Just in case you have forgotten,
I prefer my wimmen rotten!
Each time I pass a funeral pyre,
My libido catches fire.
My name is Gertrude,
Now you may think this rather rude,
But I don't find it crude,
To go down on a dead dude.
He won't come in my mouth,
His sex drive has gone south,
He won't take my money,
And he'll never call me Honey!
Each time I hear a funeral dirge,
I get the old carnal urge.
My name is Paul,
My girl doesn't move at all,
It's not that she's frigid,
It's 'cause she's rigid.
Most like their wimmen quick,
Personally, the thought makes me sick,
I fairly dread,
Sleeping with the Undead!
Every time I see a hearse,
My akey-breaky balls ache worse.
My name is Mary Beth,
I'm actually into death,
Once they're dead I don't get high,
I want them AS they die.
As they start to come,
I crush their windpipes with my thumb,
When my lovers have death spasms,
I enjoy multiple orgasms!
Each time I pass a burial plot,
It stimulates my G-spot.
My name is Earl,
Some people think I'm quite a churl,
I once exhumed a little girl,
I love the way her toenails curl.
I take satisfaction,
In advanced putrefaction,
Her toothy grin and concave cheek,
Her sexy decomposing reek!
Each time I pass a funeral wake,
I grow a monster one-eyed snake.
My name is Monique,
I'm a necro-lesbian freak,
I love vaginal cavities,
Of expired celebrities.
Once in a very lusty mood,
I dug up Natalie Wood,
I used a casket hoist,
And found her still delectably moist!
When I visit memorial parks,
My pussy starts emitting sparks.
My name is Brucie,
I'm weird and fey and swishy,
My lover once was hetero,
But in death he's my special homo.
I used to like to fist him,
I could get my whole hand in,
But now he's overused,
His rotting bum is simply huge!
Each time I pass a sarcophagus,
I'm seized with homosexual lust.
My name is Manfred,
Sheep are so hot when they're dead,
I hit and killed one on the road,
And I shot off a mother-load.
I keep my decomposing lambkin,
Its starting to lose a lot of skin,
There's parts where you can see its skeleton,
And other parts I like to put my tongue in!
Every time I pass a farm,
My skivvies fill with juices warm.
Melody - Itself
Perv verses by Flying Booger