Slap Little Johnny Behind the Ear Lyrics

Gonna slap little Johnny behind the ear
If I did with my friend you would think I was queer
So I did with my wife with a bun in the oven
You're acting like I started some satanic coven!
Slap little Johnny behind the ear
Look at all the jit, flying into the air
Get out a wet mop we got a cleanup on '7'
To hell with jit-bag gerbils we ain't going to heaven
Slap little Johnny behind the ear - slap him!

Slap little Johnny, slap him hard
From Precinct 29 in Queens to Scotland Yard
And dress those gerbils up in velvety leather
And see if you can dare survive this pus-y weather
Slap little Johnny behind the ear
Look at all the jit, flying into the air
Get out a wet mop we got a cleanup on '7'
To hell with jit-bag gerbils we ain't going to heaven
Slap little Johnny behind the ear - slap that f*****!

(Satanic voices)
Slap little Johnny behind the ear
Look at all the jit, flying into the air
Get out a wet mop we got a cleanup on '7'
To hell with jit-bag gerbils we ain't going to heaven
Slap little Johnny behind the ear...

(More satanic voices and random processed, eerie, laughter...)

(Big sigh)....Ahhhhhh!