The Massage Garage Lyrics

You're a harvester of sorrow

You're a cornucopia of cooze

My love I let you borrow

Then you threw up on my shoes

But I can't complain 'cause I've been serviced

You towed me in to your garage

You oiled me up and lubed my chassis

And gave my prostate a massage

You're a pickle-sniffing Jezebel

Smuggling boners in the rear

You tempted fate and now you've gone to hell

But I will join you, have no fear

I can't complain cause I've been manhandled

You stripped me down in your garage

You greased me up and bent me over and over and over

And gave my prostate a massage

What did you think you would find in there

Deep on the inside of Beau Nair

What did you think you would find under your fingernails

Hot dogs and puppy tails? No way

You're a boner-hogging cornholer

You use your tonsils when you shuck

Took an ear down to the stalk and we were so impressed

That you serve cocktails while you fuck

You took my eagle to the limit and then beyond

I took the plunge in your garage

And I went down deep

We pumped and jacked until the lights went dim

And you gave my prostate a massage

You rubbed it deep

You gave my prostate a massage

Helm's Deep

You gave my prostate a massage

Going for the Mines of Moria

You gave my prostate a massage

Just reach around and grab me by the Balrog