Come slither over here to yer uncle gargrisha
And let me finger yer crystalline ribs.
Gargrisha’s got wishes for odors and kisses
And the sweet sweated arse of a kid.
A greasy little curl for a sneaky little girl –
Who’s been wriggling through scrubland and mud?
A sneaky little girl with a grotty little curl -
Dragged home on her gut to our hut.
Gargrisha’s got plans for his own naughty hands:
He’ll make them do nasty hurty things.
Like hoisting and joisting and all the while moisting:
Gargrisha sweats too when he sings.
I’ll sing you a fable while yer strapped to the table
And play you a tune on a tool.
With an armslength of cable, gargrisha’s well able
To croon about punishes and rules.