I prefer cola That’s what he said But I do know He’d rather give head I invite him into my limo And offer him a treat So I whip out My big long bull teat He says no thanks But I don’t take no for an answer Little did I know He’s a gun-slinging dancer He says he’s been tracking me For a few days That he’s going to put an end To my predator ways I let out a big Guffaw, ha ha ha! Then he put a bullet in my head Straight through my split open maw