So here's to the breezes that blows thru the treeses, that lifts the skirt above the kneeses, that shows the spot that teases, pleases, and spreads diseases, OH JESUS, what a snatch, down the hatch.
Here's to honor, to gettin on her, and stayin on her...and if she won't let you cum in her, come on her.
Here's to the women, we fucked the best. We fucked them naked. We fucked them dressed. We fucked them standin'. We fucked them lyin...and if they had wings, we'd fuck em flying... But when they're dead & long forgotten, we'll dig em up & fuck em rotten. Here's to snatch, now down the hatch.
Here's to you & here's to me...the best of friends that friends can be. And if one day, that shall cede, then fuck you & here's to me.
I'm sure I'll remember more about drunk thirty tonight...