Flovilla Thatch Vs. The Virile Garbage Man

Listen to me baby, i'm tired of talkin' to myself You've
 got a pair of jungle drums on you Oh and what a nasty
 mix 42-24-36 When you drop dem bombshells the blood
 goes Right out of my brain Let's make them bubbles
 bump Now's the time to work the hump Let's dump the
 sump pump Hey girl i'm talkin' to you 2 is the number
 of the voodoo that you do My kinky twinkie is black
 and blue Your pointer sisters are just too good to
 be true She's got the hump Ain't talkin' bout your
 rump Your busy front is pumpin' up my bass Got the
 hump Dat viscious double bump De bump dat really thump
 Clock dem mothers jumps Your busy front is jammin'
 in my face Turn those mutha's out Pitched a tent in
 my speedo's I squirt dessert and flirt with skirt
 Holy toledo, twin torpedos,
 my cub scout And rub my genie in the lamp until my
 fingers hurt Cross your heart you're goin' strapless?
 That's a pretty pearl necklace Drop your record on
 my needle Stick my head between your speakers You remind
 me of my mommy Can you use a melon bailer?
 That's an awfully large pastrami I'm a 1-900 caller
 Flovilla I'm your virile garbageman She's gof the
 hump Ain't talkin' bout your rump Dat viscious double
 bump Your busy front is pumpin' up my bass Got the
 hump Clock dem mothers jumps De bump dat really thump
 Your busy front is jammin' in my face Turn those mutha's out