Jeff Williams - Donut: The Musical текст песни

[Donut]
Let me blow you... away
You won't believe your eyes
And here's a day
You are in for a surprise
When you look into my eyes
You won't be able to deny my gay... Z.

[Sarge]
Wait a minute Donut... your what?

[Donut]
Come on Sarge, you can't deny my deep, penetrating... Eye contact?
My gaze! What did you think I said?

[Sarge]
Uh. Don't ask.

[Donut]
Don't tell.

Let me blow you... away
There is nothing that I will not do or say
To attain a right companion
In this hot and sweaty canyon
Like a stallion I am bursting through the gay... T.

[Simmons]
A what?

[Donut]
You know, a stallion. A stud, a horse with a big...

[Simmons]
Don't say it

[Donut]
... Saddle.
Now who wants to mount up?

[Simmons]
Oh God...

[Donut]
Let me start with this enquiry
Which I've recorded in my diary
I've got a secret thing I want to say

What's worse than a conundrum
Or a cheerleader threesome
Not taking time to enjoy life each day

You see the fun will never cease
As long as we've got elbow grease
There's really nothing to it
When you're using headlight fluid

[Grif]
Donut, you do know there's no such thing as headlight fluid...

[Donut]
Depends on what you mean by "head"

[Grif]
I'm just going to pretend I don't know what you mean

[Donut]
I'm just going to pretend you do

I caught the fever for hot fun
And I'm recruiting everyone
You know, this army needs a little style

Hold my ankles, dress my hammies (?)
I hope that you like double wammies
'cause I'm gonna sing and dance until you smile

Some soldiers only work and nap
While I ride in shotgun's lap
The solution's simple
I'll fill 'em up
With my po.. ten.. tial...

[Simmons]
Donut, please, enough with the double entendres!

[Donut]
Double entendre? Is that anything like a menage-a-trois?

[Simmons]
I give up...

[Donut]
In that case...

Let me blow you... away
Like a needle I'll get lost inside your hay
Easy if you know how, just like milking a cow
Like we do it on the farm back in IOWA

[Grif]
hmm. So you really grew up on a farm in Iowa?

[Donut]
Yep. You spend a lot of time thinking when you're on the farm. And then a lot of time repressing those thoughts...

Let me blow you... away
I'm on my knees, so have it just a day
if you see me winking, it's 'cause we're both thinking
this lightish red armor looks so gay... rish.

[Simmons]
uh. What did you just call your armor?

[Donut]
Garish. it means totally lacking in good taste.

[Simmons]
hmm. Kinda like this song.

[Grif]
For the millionth time, Donut, your armor is clearly pink.

[Donut]
it's lightish red!

[Sarge]
Why won't he just admit it...

[Simmons]
yeah, you're not fooling anyone Donut

[Grif]
uhm, are we still talking about his armor color, or something else?

[Donut]
Enough talk, you guys! It's time for some action!

[Simmons & Grif & Sarge]
NO!

[Donut]
So let me blow you...
blow you all...
one by one...
individually...
or in a group...
blow you...
Away...