Oh Klaus, oh Klaus
How you arouse
Your female fans.
Legion, they are
Oe'er all the world.
Or at least
The part
That has internets.
Line breaks are
Poetic
And so are you
Your perfect nose
Inspires my prose
Your dick,
A songfic.
When you slip off that glove,
My loins quiver with love.
Road safety laws mean
You drink milk, not beer
I don't care if you're queer
(Cos that'd be fucking hot)
The beer thing is good
For barley is a food
That I cannot eat
Along with wheat
And many more
Because my body is shit.
So it's true I ain't no ubermensch
But I can be your sexwench
Come ravish me Klaus
Let me feel that bratwurst.
