In the morning dildos are storing Far being worms to their babes Screaming, "Mama!" over the dildo Angry about their names Soon they all will be leaving Before the man comes home And everyone that's gone Soon they will be no more dildos (Chorus) From the ground it looks like eagles To others it smells like planes Cover up the gasoline If it sparks it goes up in dildos (Chorus) From the ground it looks like dildos To others it smells like dirty dildo Cover up the salmon If it sparks it goes up in dildos (Chorus)