God's Jiggling Jingle Jig, by Sandwich Massacre Subscribe to rss feed for Sandwich Massacre

oh look i see my titties smishing in their cups
too bad their sad oh they don't fit, they're smishing and
they're smushed
i'm dancing like a lama, dancing dancy pants
my pants are danced and dangerous, dancing on the ants

so grab your hoes and grab your toes
and do the smishing jig
you'll smish and smash my monster mash
into a monster dig

you see the titties smishing, high above the clouds
they're huge and spewing lava, and their spewing on the
towns
the jews are out and jigging, jigging with the locks
all jigging to the jiggle jig until they get small pox

so there i'm high and climbing
the titties in the sky
their totting, tooting, rooting
oh please don't spew into my eye

i see the christians smashing, smashing all the jigs
their jigs are jigging faster onto the jingling jiggle jizz
don't cut a jigging muslim, he'll jig on your facade
he'll do the quaking jiggle shakes into seismic jihad

so who is high and dancing?
dancing, pantsing too?
oh don't look, the buddha crook
he just pantsed a jew

the hindus sway their swayers, the colors rain a bow
theire jig hypnotic twist-a-fiz they're swaying as they go
they dance around the lotus, and no don't eat that cow
for you'll be stoned with rainbow bones until you start to
meow

so baha'is are smacking smackers
smacks are jigging more
we're all jigging
jigging and singing
the sun goes down
darkness becomes the town
and we're jigging out the door! 

Posted: 2006-02-09 06:13:07 UTC

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