Baptismal fount You flaunt your bounty ounce for ounce I want her body ouch for ouch Baptismal fount The beads of water are my friends' heads Kissing my neck and chest and making my leg-hair thick with wet And doubly cleansed On the receiving end of your diary when you touch me On the conceiving end of my diary, and it loves me On the careening bends of legality, but it's nothing I signed my soul to some dipsh** trolls But I'm bathing and behaving I was handed a diploma after Emerging from this cold scholastic coma Excised like squamous cell carcinoma I've got lidocaine throat, I've got 2-ton teeth Pretty much a Green Beret tongue-wreath You can see a jet of running water Circumnavigating the edge of my lifestyle Rinsing the bile off my file I've been exposed to the most loathsome of folks But when you lather me up with hope like it was pricey Lush soap I could buy a water-proof coffee table and live out of my shower So that we could settle down here forever Baptismal fount You flaunt your bounty ounce for ounce I want her body ouch for ouch Baptismal fount The beads of water are my friends' heads Kissing my neck and chest and making my leg-hair thick with wet And doubly cleansed I hear that you reap vast rewards When you vouch for manifold various lords Double-digit virgins or just simple harp-chords But they couldn't apply to my provocative prerogative I wade in my bathtub; it's a poly-God mashup I embrace my latest in health-f**s With a Little Caeser's pizza in Nick Bertelson's pick-up truck And I, I will live with my good metabolism for 1 more year You flaunt your bounty ounce for ounce I want her body ouch for ouch Baptismal fount The beads of water are my friends' heads Kissing my neck and chest and making my leg-hair thick with wet And doubly cleansed On the receiving end of your diary when you touch me On the conceiving end of my diary and it loves me On the careening bends of legality but it's nothing Baptismal fount You flaunt your bounty ounce for ounce I want her body ouch for ouch Baptismal fount