Dear G-d, you made many, many horny geeks. I realize, of course, that
it’s no great shame to be a horny geek… but it’s no great honor, either. So what would have
been the difference if I lived out… a small fantasy?
Salma and Shakira,
Sandwhich sandwhich sandwhich
Sandwhich sandwhich sandwhich filled with me
All day long I’d biddy-biddy-bum
If I were the kosher meat.
Oh I’d work them very hard,
Diddle diddle diddle
Fondle fondle fondle fondle bite
If I were in that Latin hotty hotty,
Bouncy jiggly statuesque sandwhich.
I’d give them …um… ‘happy endings’ by the dozen
Right in the middle of the bed,
And some hot, steamy lovefests in the shower,
I would tease them with such a long build up
That when they finally …um… ‘arrived’
They would howl and begin speaking in tongues!
I’d handsew some revealing latex outfits
Take walks for the town to see and hear,
Moaning just as noisily as they can,
And each loud “Oh-G-d-Doc! Yes-yes-si! Da-me-lo! Di-os-Mi!”
Would land like a trumpet on the ear,
As if to say, “There lives a lucky man.”
Oy!
Salma and Shakira,
Sandwhich sandwhich sandwhich
Sandwhich sandwhich sandwhich filled with me
All day long I’d biddy-biddy-bum
If I were the kosher meat.
Oh I’d work them very hard,
Diddle diddle diddle
Fondle fondle fondle fondle bite
If I were in that Latin hotty hotty,
Bouncy jiggly statuesque sandwhich.
I see my self, Doc Cathode, looking like a living corpse
With out any body fat,
Supervising meals to her heart’s delight.
All that exercise, forgetting to eat
I see me getting scurvy and rickets like a sailor
But! What a happy mood I’m in,
Screaming with Latinas in the sheets!
The most important men in town will come to fawn on me–
They will ask me to advise them,
Like a Solomon the Wise–
“If you please, Doc Cathode”–
“Pardon me, Doc Cathode?”–
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi’s eyes–
Asking how my lustful dream was realized
(chanting) Ya va voy, ya va voy voy vum…
And it won’t make one bit of difference
If I answer right or wrong–
What how I explain the whole thing.
If I’m the filling who cares how?
In that sandwich, one babe in front one in back
Why sit in the synagogue and pray,
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall,
Our shouts of 'Oh, G-d!" echo of the walls
And I’d discuss the learned books with the holy men
And I’d thank Him with each thrust as we made love
tweny five hours every day–
That would be the sweetest thing of all…
Oy!
Salma and Shakira,
Sandwhich sandwhich sandwhich
Sandwhich sandwhich sandwhich filled with me
All day long I’d biddy-biddy-bum
If I were the kosher meat.
Oh I’d work them very hard,
Diddle diddle diddle
Fondle fondle fondle fondle bite
If I were in that Latin hotty hotty,
Bouncy jiggly statuesque sandwhich.
Lord who made the poor and the rich,
You decreed I should be what I am–
Would it spoil some vast, eternal plan,
For me to fill that Latina sandwhich?