Mr. Toodling

I'm looking for the death's hand to come
I'll still be smiling when she'll take form
"would you like a cigar, you're welcome!"
I can't wait to be filled with worms

I'm doing a grind on every crack
I'll keep on blasting every snatch
Until my big clobbers get empty
From this melting resinous spunk

Killing the little man in the boat,
Stupid cow, you sing like a goat,
Yourpain fits my ecstasy so well,
I wann hear ya, sweet hussy!

My name is firky, firky toodling,
Alias the mad brown-eye-bugger
I'm rising from the dead to crew you all,
My rotten lobcock will stick you to the wall