Such a hipster ~ So aware
So hep~ Such a hot number
Playin’ musical beds all his life
So bent up in his slumber
Such a debonair dandy
A vessel sent from out of time
Locks of satin hair: Sandy, A tress would arise crime
Such a cosmic Jean Genet
So swift in his tweeds and his weeds I say
Shatter hearts like Crystal crushed Ice
Guess you could say he was nice
Like a loner from Tennessee
Like a cat all hot and aloof
He’s done it everywhere they say
In the plane, in the font, on the roof

He’s a thin white dude
Gets them in the mood
Likes to play sax in the nude
Deadly attitude, as the little girls cooed
“Gimme gimme a lude”
He’s in a different class
Blessed with a fantastic ass
Many want to intrude
He would politely refrain,
Then he would sing his refrain:
“Not to would be so…rude”
Such a virile cat
Sex is acrobatics
Make love so dramatic
Like a fucking fanatic sex fiend
So many wean from his limerick, limerick
How does one de-de
Depict all the lunatics in his grip?
Crazy, crazy for a sip
From the tip of his towering battleship
True, true when it gets so hot
You gotta hotty in your hands, yeah
True, true when it gets so hot
You gotta hotty in your hands, yeah
True, true when it gets so hot
You gotta hotty in your hands, yeah
True, true when it gets so hot
You gotta hotty in your hands, yeah