I hear the zutts echoing tonight
As they apply some lube to cocks in quiet preparation
They're comin' here, cold desert night
Their moonlit rods reflect the stars that guide ejaculation
I stopped Abdullah along the way
Hopin' to shield him with a line in sand from these hot reveries
He turned to me as if to say
"Hurry, sir, they're waiting there for you!"
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothin' that a couple of zutts or more could never do
I bless the sands in Arabia
Gonna take some time to do the things I never had, ooh-hoo
The wild zutts cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what's right
Sure as the BZC will from now on haunt Islamic theology
They seek to coom while deep inside
Frightened of this zuttslut I've become!
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There's nothin' that a couple of zutts or more could never do
I bless the sands in Arabia
Gonna take some time to do the things I never had, ooh-hoo