Sy Borg

Joe: Sy Borg Gimme dat, gimme dat Sy Borg Gimme dat, give me the chromium leg I beg Sy Borg Gimme dat, gimme dat Sy Borg Gimme dat, give me the chromium leg Little wires, pliers, tires They turn me on Maybe I'm crazy Maybe I'm crazy Maybe I'm crazy, mon Gee, Sy This is a real groovy apartment You've got here Sy Borg: All government sponsored recreational services are clean and efficient Joe: This is exciting I never plooked A tiny chrome-plated machine That looks like a magical pig With marital aids stuck all over it Such as yourself before Sy Borg: You'll love it! It's a way of life Joe: Does that mean maybe later You'll plook me Sy Borg: If you wish, we may have a groovy orgy Joe: Just me and you? Sy Borg: I share this apartment With a modified Gay Bob doll He goes all the way Ever try oral sex with a miniature rubberized homo-replica? Joe: No, ah, not yet Ah, is this him? Sy Borg: This is him Your wish is his command He likes you He wants to kiss you always Just tell him what you want Joe: Really? Hi, little guy Think I might get a tiny, but exciting Blow . . . job Gimme dat, gimme dat Blow job Gimme dat, give me de chromium cob Sy Borg: Bend over Joe: Gay Bob Blow job Gimme dat, gimme dat Blow job Gimme dat, give me de chromium cob Sy Borg: You'll love it! It looks just like a TeleFunken U-47 Joe: Little leather cap and trousers They look so gay Warren just bought some Warren just bought some Warren just bought some Hey Sy Borg: Bob is tired Plook me now You savage rascal Ehhh! That tickles You are a fun person I like you I want to kiss you always Joe: Gee, this is great How's about some bondage and humiliation? Sy Borg: Anything you say, master Joe: Oh no, I don't believe it You're way more fun than Mary Sy Borg: You're plooking too hard Joe: And cleaner than Lucille Sy Borg: Plooking on me Joe: What have I been missing All these years? Sy Borg: Too hard Joe: Sy Sy Borg: Too hard Joe: Sy Sy Borg: Plooking too hard on me-e-e-e-e Joe: Speak to me Oh no The golden shower must have shorted out His master circuit He's, he's, oh my God I must have plooked him Hey To death Hey Central Scrutinizer: This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER You have just destroyed one model XQJ-37 Nuclear Powered Pan-Sexual Roto-Plooker And you're gonna have to pay for it! So give up, you haven't got a chance Joe: But I I, I, I, I, I I can't pay I gave all my money To some kinda groovy religious guy Two songs ago Central Scrutinizer: Come on out son Between the two of us We'll find a way to Work it out