Hamburg, oh Hamburg
I don't know a turd
About your buurt
There's water, I guess
And a volcano crater
Some well-hung penetrators
Big bootie-breasted hormone-helpers
Much of a mood-elevator
Biologically rooted thought-shaper
Give me more of that earth-skraper
Don't let me work as a gay baker
I thought more of salt 'n pepper
I'll always say "See you later"
No time for old wall-tapers
Have a need to go and break her
To burn down my house with a newspaper.