Hey dainty girl flailing on the side of the road With your great thumb in the air I hope you don't mind me asking But what happened to your underwear? And does your humble husband know? Of 'ee hitchin' seedy path With car-operating sexual deviants! But Julian would never understand And doesn't he know? Just because he's a painter and he loves you It doesn't mean that he has got a clue... ...About my Thumbelina I've never seen a pair of digits quite like yours before And I have traveled shore to shore in such arduous pallor Your almost perfect body's got me quivering in a ball To that brash cowgirl with her hands petting your crotch And humping you in towering grass Naked and gender-bending What makes you think the two of you will last? For there's no dame or man for her There's just this open road where she hails down a pervert With the usage of her giant thumb Jellybean, you could never comprehend The intellect of her mind And just because you can make her come with your hand Doesn't mean that she'll be your woman But 'twas a loon on the hillside Who planted a seed between your thighs You fancied him as your therapist But he's just a sadistic sodomist who gave you that bastard kid...