Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Well, I say Come on, cock-suckin’ Sammy, get yer money from yer mammy, We’re goin’ downtown to the cocksuckers’ ball, Fuck, suck, and fight, Till the ‘ginnin’ of the broad daylight, We don’t need no god-damn taxi fare, We gonna trim them whores in a rockin’ chair, Take off all their rags, We gonna play a little game called tag, Tomorrow night at the rotten cocksuckers’ ball, Ah, ah, ah, Come on you poor-ass singers and you big dick slingers, We goin’ downtown to the cocksuckers’ ball, Fuck, suck, and fight, Till the ‘ginnin’ of the broad daylight, We don’t need no god-damn taxi fare, We gonna trim them whores in a rockin’ chair, Take off all their rags, We gonna play a little game called tag, Tomorrow night at the rotten cocksuckers’ ball, Cha-cha-cha-cha, At the rotten (all) Rotten Cock (all) Cock Suckers’ (all) Suckers’ (all) Rotten cocksuckers’ ball.