Let me drop these couple of lines,

Bout’ a gal named Kaylee and how she’s just so fine,

Jus’ one thought gets my package a tweakin’,

An’ jus’ one touch gets my heart a beatin’.

Down with the machinery thing that’s for sure,

Cuz the very sight of her with them tools jus’ makes me wanna purr.

Cute as a button ain’t that the God’s honest truth,

But to get her off Simon well it’s jus’ no use.

Damn that rich boy,

Damn him to hell,

Has no clue what a tongue is for,

But give me one night and I swear any thinkin’ of him will be no more.

“Clothes off, face down,” that’s how the song does go,

Hey come on now baby girl and how bout’ I make ya say “Oh”?

Up against the walls in the engine room,

Or lying on your back on the dinning table,

Doesn't really matter to me,

Cuz wherever we’re at I'll still be moanin’ “Oh Kaylee”!

Man ain’t this jus’ the worst of timin’?

Cuz even after this is out you’ll still be trippin’ on Simon.

Reality is as reality does,

And I really can’t go there bout’ somethin’ that never was.

So I guess I’ll jus let it go and it be,

An’ use my hand instead to satify me!