Lyrics

Written by Little Shit & friends, Austin HHH

Harrier: Take her hand, her hand, her hand, It’s time to stand, to stand, You’re the king of the land, So take her hand.

Harriette: He’s squeezing my hand, my hand, my hand, I wish he’d take a stand, a stand, This wimp of the land, Quit squeezing my hand.

Harrier: Fondle her breast, her breast, her breast, You know they’re the best, the best, They’ve passed all the tests, So fondle her breasts.

Harriette: He’s fondling my breast, my breast, my breast, I know they’re the best, the best, They can pass any test, So fondle my breast.

Harrier: Finger her twat, her twat, her twat, Now you’ve hit the spot, the spot, It gets her real hot, When you finger her twat.

Harriette: He’s poking my twat, my twat, my twat, I bet he thinks he’s hit the spot, the spot, That makes me real hot, Oh, quit poking my twat.

Harrier: So lay that pipe, that pipe, that pipe, We know she’s the type, the type, She thinks she’s real tight, So lay that pipe.

Harriette: But what a small cock, small cock, small cock, He thinks it’s a lot, a lot, Is that all he’s got? Oh, what a small cock.

Harrier: Roll over and sleep, and sleep, and sleep, I gave her the meat, the meat, It wasn’t too deep, But I got it real cheap.

Harriette: Wasn’t it quick, so quick, so quick, Just like a prick, a prick, To give me a stick, That’s just too quick.