If Linda Blair was my Lolita, her head would spin. She would levitate, vomit green, beat a priest - what a teen! Dick Clark would grin. And foul things'd spurt without discretion from her tiny mouth. She'd say: Spank me, spank me, spank me DADDY! Mommy's in bandages 'n' smoking too, she doesn't like it when I tell her to. I don't know what's come over me. I'm not myself today, Linda's all the rage - the Devil's underage. Get that cross right out of there girl, you don't know where it's been. You're 13, underage, into bondage. It's just a phase. You're too young to sin, speak in tongues backwards in Latin. Let me hear you say: Spank me, spank me, spank me DADDY! Comin' downstairs just to piss on the rug, she's gonna get all my gnarly love. I don't know what's come over me. I'm not myself today, Linda's all the rage - the Devil's underage. The power of Christ compels you.