Royal Trux - June Night Afternoon lyrics

On a june night afternoon, I went out huntin' poon. Icy tooth filled up with it past the door All of the pooguls was woo-woo-ing, Woggy woogles was voodoo-ing. In walked Ozmo DeBugus, Zat whippin' prick sure was humungous. Then all the pooguls wanna tongue us, A lick for fifteen cents. So while Ozmo went out looking for a kiss-of-mint pack, I took out my razor and I stabbed one in the back. Billowed soft out of the star, did a navigator's star One that guides nomadic sailors to their ends. Turn to it's face to cry, Out of it's mouth it dropped my eyes. So I lost my bet and maybe my carca** rights. Ozmo warned that this distraction would just give them satisfaction. Since poo-gun-zull up some pungo whenever they get action. Run, run, son to zat of your come.