Fried Rice - Ode to Joe Pt. 1 lyrics

[Story] You are but a young child It is late on the night before Christmas And you, with your youthfulness, are kept awake Anxious for presents to come on Christmas day So you decide to get out of bed to see if Santa has come yet You walk in the darkness of your house Only illuminated by the lights of the Christmas tree You look under the tree, but you see no presents You decide to make your way to the kitchen to get a gla** of water You turn around to make your way back to your room after you get your drink But then you see him Joe Papermaker With his hands on his hips His lips puckered And his eyes focusing directly into yours He grabs you and turns you around And bends you over the kitchen table He fills your a**hole with his creamy, delicious peppermint Joe-Yo surprise Penetrating your bu*thole and sending shivers through your spine As you feel the Joe-Yo melt inside Do you accept his gift Do you have Papermaker pride