arise, my lungs
smoking cigarretes like a lonely bum
you gotta buy that gum
chew it like an addict hum de hum

you just gotta try
and stop all that fr-eudian cocksucking
you just gotta lie-ieeie
and pretend you aren’t doing something that’s directly related to freudian cocksucking

We’re offering prizes to the following three contributors in the following order:
1. 5 (Dickinson People)
2. divineElectric (Incontinent People)
3. Brad (Pachydermic People)

We’ll email you soon to find out which prizes you want. Thank you for your strong contributions!

Surmise, my Merck
(Sweary and hairy guy),
Just why, my Merck,
My yellow Porsche is in your parking spot
In the former Sanctuary lot
Symbolic it is, do you not think?

You’ve gone out of style
You don’t turn heads in south California
You’ve gone out of style
I’ve been too busy cruising to warn ya

Romance: my pants
Demand satisfaction, Merck
(And I know that you’re not busy)
But of course, my Porsche
Could stimulate my trouser snake
A German car, a Grecian man –
When tailpipes compete, nobody wins

Your ass and a car’s
Provoke a similar loinward tremor
Your ass and a caa-AAA-aaaar’s
Present quite an erotic dilemma
Present quite an erotic dilemma

(Exhaust solo)
Do-do-do-do-DOOOOOO!!!!

It’s the car, by far
You must accept – it’s over, I’ve moved on
A managerial rear bygone:
Right now that’s the best that you can be

No more nights with Rob
I wish you luck with future endeavours
Sure, you’ve got a job
But minus the “best manager ever”
(okay, I’m quitting here before I write something totally unnecessary featuring “throb” and “gear shift lever”)

“DICKINSON PEOPLE” (from the album Fresh Wine for the Twinks)

surprise my hon, rainbows and hot pants
you got a right, my son
seek out others that have the same fun
to rollerskate with, to and from
the hair salon, that’s all you can do

you just gotta show some thong and listen to rob dickinson
you just gotta show some thong and listen to rob dickinson

so come my son, shake your hate of adult contemporary
the hatred of “revisited” show me mary
you gotta buy my album again
to eradicate your flaccid state
sparks are gonna fly, you just wait
this no time for you to be manly

it’s time for you to stuff your thong and listen to rob dickinson
you’ve just gotta stuff your thong and listen to rob dickinson
and listen to rob dickinson

surpise my hon, seek out good lyrics ‘cos they’ll be the ones
my life has avoided them
and right now that’s the best line i ever wrote

you’ve just gotta shave your pubes and listen to rob dickinson
you’ve just gotta shave your pubes and listen to rob dickinson
you’ve just gotta shave your pubes and listen to rob dickinson
and listen to rob dickinson

I’ve just got to ride, on the back of my elephant
You’ve just got to ride, on the back of your elephant

So c’mon Eileen, won’t you get down on your knees
Then I can truly mount you
Oh please, won’t you please,
I’ll never treat you like a worm
You’re my favorite pachyderm
’tis not time for you to stampede alone

I’ve just got to ride, on the back of my elephant
You’ve just got to ride, on the back of your elephant
Get on the back of your elephant

Get up my love, don’t be afraid to step on mice
They’re really not that nice
And don’t be afraid if you “Hear A Hoo”

I’ve just got to ride, on the back of my elephant
You’ve just got to ride, on the back of your elephant
We’ve just got to ride, on the backs of our elephants
Get on your bad elephant and ride