Debauchee!
It's a word I like to say.
Kinda rolls off your tongue, ya know -
like slippery sexy syllables from Hell.
You can almost smell Debauchee.

M-m-m-m-m.
Sweet succulent debauchery.
Why not tonight? You and me.
Let's kick out all the clout and then you'll see
what I'm talkin' about...

Debauchee.
Like a drunken brawl or a roll in the hay;
a filthy all-nighter or a nasty lay;
the best blow-job you ever had;
a fuck so good you could call it bad!

Oh my, my...
I seem to have lost my senses.
I'd better slow down and think this out.
Might blow a gasket
end up in a casket.. and shout,

Shit!
Who cares. I want to die with a hard-on,
top of the world, drunk on my ass,
with a pretty girl on the end of my dick
then smoke some grass and fuck 'til I'm sick.

Debauchee!
Whoa!
Shouldn't have said that word
'cause now I'm startin'
to sound absurd.

My friend says, "you're scarin' the horses;
get your mind outta the gutter;
better watch what you say."
This happens every time I mutter...
Debauchee!