I'd like to tell the secret story Of my vicious passion. You might turn your back on me, And find it out of the fashion. I've tried to hide it all my life So that no one would find me here, While I was hiding in my hut Biting Maggie's blackie doggie ears. It turns me on, It hards it on. I catch the poodle on the grass Tie him up to the flagpole. Press my teeth through his ear And feel relief from my black soul. I wake up from my xtc And find the poodle is bleeding. My neighbour Maggie hears the sound Of the poodle screeching. It turns me on, It hards it on. Oh how I adore this taste of sommer breeze Oh how I adore this taste of sommer breeze