I do not like the stripper, Sam
I do not like her nappy cans
I would not want herjiggly butt
I would not want her ginormous cunt
She's not even a butter face
I beg you, Sam, let's leave this place
God, here she comes to dance for me
I can not stand her on my knee
It makes me really want to pee
I will not put bills in her thong
It's so far up her ass it's wrong
Her dancing music is absurd
She struts about like a skinny bird
I really hope they clean that pole
After she rubs it with her skanky hole
Please, bouncer, take me from this place
I'm petrified by the sight of her face
Next time you want to go to a club
Please drag along some other poor schlub
So I won't have to go home and scrub
Tammy was a woman of size
But not of tall height or thick thighs
Her breasts were so great
Most would think them fake
For her bra was as vast as the sky
At home, all alone
Laid spread eagle on the couch
I'm pumping my fist