How's it hanging…Robert Beckel…you will be so fun to heckle
You were seeking out some action…you are lucky your wife's not put you in traction
You were surfing…evening's boring…Tiffany showed off her whoring
She was dressed provocatively…lately your thing had been seeming rather shrively
An appointment you were setting…would there be some heavy petting
At three hundred bucks an hour…you were hoping something would rise like a tower
She arrived and got right to it…oh, yes, Robert…she could do it
You need more than electoral…she would teach you a few tricks about things oral
So you paid six hundred dollars…and your neighbors heard you holler
It was great…but if your wife found out she surely would be quite irate
Just one night's not satisfying…I want more, you started crying
She came back…it's thirteen hundred bucks for Tiffy in the sack
Wait a minute…she's been writing…suddenly it's not exciting
Fifty thousand she's demanding…and the problem for you really is expanding
You had fallen to temptation…now prepare for litigation
But it gets much more exquisite…you heard your wife say Ms. Bobbitt's gonna visit