Hawaii five oh how tight your tiki dolls fits out back
A greased pic's roasting up in that open pit spit where spraying hot rocks bury the path
And an avalanche scores a touchdown all over that tight end's lap of luxury
A dribbling drainage ditch that screams cah only so pass me a straw
I'll siphon that ol' brady curse via mouth to mouth
Today's the day our hamster exchange goes on lawaway
Wipe it up in your hair or ration a gulp a day
Either way slutty poltergeists becon round two
Vowing spit shined tiki's going back inside you
