Lyrics

Johnny Pecker was a big old man
big old man with a golden tan
reached in a bag with his right hand
delighted his wife when he pulled out a yam

Shoved the yam up his wife's ripe twat
then jammed it up her ass with all he got
She screamed and moaned and yelled and groaned
wiggled and riggled like a fish on a pole

Eskimos can't kiss, so they rub their nose
Johnny Pecker pulled out his hose
Smacked that thing up side her head
Smacked so hard, nearly killed her dead

He stroked and pulled and yanked and squeezed it
And he blew his load, invoking Jesus
and he glued her mouth and eyelids shut
then he rolled her over and stuck it up her butt
That's how Johnny likes to relax
with his fresh-squeezed seedpipe jammed in a crack