Charles Bukowski - Three Oranges lyrics

First time my father overheard me listening to This bit of music he asked me "what is it?" "it's called Love For Three Oranges," I informed him "boy," he said, "that's getting it Cheap." He meant s** Listening to it I always imagined three oranges Sitting there You know how orange they can Get So mightily orange Maybe Prokofiev had meant What my father Thought If so, I preferred it the Other way The most horrible thing I could think of Was part of me being What ejaculated out of the End of his Stupid penis I will never forgive him For that His trick that I am stuck With I find no nobility in Parenthood I say k** the Father Before he makes more Such as I