Hey baby make me wet 
I'll tie you to your bed 
I'll whip your body, make you sweat 
I'll whip your body, make you sweat 
I'll whip your body, make you sweat 
I'll tie you to your bed 
I'll tie you to your bed 

Mrs. Jones denies it's strong 
But we know that something's wrong 
All night long she screams and shouts 
We know what it's all about 
Somewhere on the second floor 
Behind the torture chamber door 
Mr. Jones waits for demands 
While he's tied up by the hands 

Hey baby make me wet 
I'll tie you to your bed 
I'll whip your body, make you sweat 
I'll whip your body, make you sweat 
I'll whip your body, make you sweat 
Hey baby make me wet 
 [bad word] on stiletto heels 
Mr. Jones likes how that feels 
Nipples pierced with iron chains  [bad word] for dirty games 
There is no time for romance 
She's the devil [bad word] pants 
Sits down on his burning spear 
Mr. Jones is filled with fear 

Mr. Jones cries out with joy 
When he sees [bad word] toy 
Twists his [bad word] with horny pride 
The [bad [bad word] on dynamite 
But Mrs. Jones she doesn't know 
His constrictor is about to blow 
All that's left of the family Jones 
Is a pile of [bad word] and a heap of bones 

Hey baby make me wet 
I'll tie you to your bed 
I'll whip your body, make you sweat 
I'll whip your body, make you sweat 
I'll whip your body, make you sweat 
Hey baby make me wet