No Compute - Funkadelic
Ah, I awakened from a wet dream in which I was wetless My imagination could no longer take me there So I slid into my copping haberdashery And gave into the original jones: s**. Now, my s*** jones was below sea level The hornies occupied my being I was at that stage where most men would say, "Hey ho', it's your life or your lay." But I was cooler than that. She said, "No compute." I spotted a lady who was also on the prowl I could tell by her makeup, plus the scent was there So I sashayed over to her, and, ah, spoke of my plan She screamed and said, "Are you asking to make love to me?" I said, "Is pig what's in pork? Or you gonna play hard After all the trouble you went through to get chosen? " She said, ah, "No compute." Finally, she said, ah, "I could, ah, probably go for what you're talking about. But it's really about my birth control pill. " I said, "All looks are not alike, all holes are not a crack. When in doubt, vamp. Or at least ad-lib. And of course you know that spit don't make babies. " She smiled, and said, "No compute." But I could tell that she was getting interested [?]. So off we went! There was fun to be had, love to be made. "Strange", I said to myself after I laid, Smoking a last joint before contentment gave into to sleep "What a man will go for when the hornies, ah, set in." Well, suddenly as she laid there, mouth wide open, wig half off, snoring Breath smelling like a 1948 Buick I was sick with the filthies, and she smiled in her sleep As if to say, "All looks are not alike, all holes are not a crack."
Artist: Funkadelic
Title: No Compute