As I was walking down the beach one dark and stormy night
I came upon a whorehouse with its red light shining bright.
I walked up to the [bad word] mat and knocked upon the door.
Who should answer but a lovely Chinese [bad word] 

She wore a pink kimono, it was open at the front;
I swear I could have counted every hair on her curly [bad word] 
She asked me what I wanted, I found my voice at last;
"All I want from you is a piece of your lovely [bad word] "

She took me to the bedroom and I laid her on the floor.
I swear I must have pumped her a hundred times or more.
And when I felt [bad word] that feeling was so grand…
Then I woke up in my sailor rack with my [bad word] in my hand.