Chitty-Chitty, Bang-Bang

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Oh, give me a second

To let all my hair down

I do absolutely reckon

You’ll feel better without your gown

 

What you’re wearing

Keeps everyone staring

Man, you got me swearing

I want to see what you’re airing

 

What can you do for me

To stop all this clanging

What even a psychic can see

She’d blush from all the chitty-chitty, bang banging

 

Don’t brush senior pastor

He’d want to be master

As sure as lustful Jesus hang

Later, so would a good chitty-chitty, bang bang

 

All the burning brush gets in the way

Hope you chopped the peach tree for me

I want to be able to say

I’m almost there to ecstasy