Prophecy of Martyn Bootyspoon

[Vocals: Martyn Bootyspoon]
This is the prophecy of Martyn Bootyspoon. The quest for lust
Reenacted for centuries, imagined for ages
A vision so smooth, it could curve the sharpest of blades and steal. Aurora borealis written in the stars! (Stars)
Let's guide through the catacombs of your desire
Let's go into a commercial jet and push the emergency exit
And skydive! Skydive, girl!
Let's fall, no parachute
And we glide to our target destination!
Bullseye! A majestic forest equipped with the hottest of springs
I wanna bathe you like Gatorade on a coach after a championship game. I wanna roll into you like an armadillo
I wanna lay flat on my stomach like a taxidermy rug and let you do a handstand on the arches of my back!
Doesn't matter if you break that shit. Imma see a chiropractor anyway!
You make a Bootyspoon wanna spend his whole salary on lottery tickets, buy a rollercoaster and run that shit off the tracks! (Cause all I do is win)
You make a Bootyspoon wanna unscrew a fire hydrant and take that water pressure up into my face. (Splash, splash)
Cuz it's a heat wave
And through the haze, I see the vision! I see you and me. We makin' it physically
I see it! Believe that! Hear that! Let me take you to that!
Wooooo!
Feminine essence! Ooooooh!