Milk the Cobra. Stressing out upon the world today. You’re plenty overworked, for what, for meager pay? You wanna simmer down, wish you could call a truce. You wanna rock the town, but you just lit the fuse. Got so much juice. Best set it loose. You gots to milk the cobra, milk the cobra, right now.

Too much trouble, yet you try again. Rolling big, but why, because you got no game. The attempt is futile, the result is lame. Why you work so hard when it just causes pain? Got so much juice. Best squeeze it loose. You gots to milk the cobra, milk the cobra right now.


First, you gotta wake your snake. Grab him by the collar, give your bud a little wake up shake. Next, he’s gonna need a friend. Rise him up, prop him up, stroke him down from end to end. Shimmy shimmy shake, shimmy shimmy shake. Now your snake’s awake, he’s gonna freakin’ quake. He’s gonna shoot his juice and spew it loose on your caboose. And then he’ll spooge just like a luge across your face in outer space.


Stressing out upon the world today. You’re plenty overworked, for what, for meager pay? You wanna simmer down, wish you could call a truce. You wanna rock the town, but you just lit the fuse. Got so much juice. Best set it loose. You gots to milk the cobra, milk the cobra, right now.

Milk now, milk now, milk now. You gots to milk the cobra, milk the cobra, milk the cobra, milk the cobra right now.

Now.