Rusty Trombone -

Well, he’ll come doe eyed, whimpering, on his knees

Screaming for mercy, begging for sweet release

Oh, but he’s yours, he’s yours for the hour

He’s yours to degrade and devour

Strip him down, rip his hide

Strap it on and rip him up inside

Sign your name in his flesh with a knife

Beat him to within an inch of his life

Full service every time

Our patented depravity so vile, sublime

You’re exhausted, dizzy and prone

when you’re playing that rusty trombone

Take your pick, worn out or young

choose to lick, to probe, fist or tongue

Every square inch to do with as you will

Every gallon of blood- yours to spill

Strip him down, rip his hide

Strap it on and rip him up inside

Sign your name in his flesh with a knife

Beat him to within an inch of his life

Full service every time

Our patented depravity so vile, sublime

You’re exhausted, dizzy and prone

when you’re playing that rusty trombone