He be the count of Monte Cristo. . Could be a quake any day. Maybe somebody from Siam. Begin the era of a new rage. Keeps lickin' all the honey. Chewin' up the fat he rakes.
A rollin' rock, electric shock. She gives a lickin' that doesn't stop. She line 'em up, push you 'round. Smokin' rings going round and round. . Her hot potatoes.