Give me
Your dirty love
Like you might surrender
To some dragon in your dreams

Give me
Your dirty love
Like a pink donation
To the dragon in your dreams

I don't want your sweet devotion
I don't need your cheap emotion
Whip me up some dragon lotion
For your dirty love
That dirty love
Your dirty love
That dirty love

Give me
Your dirty love
Like some tacky little pamphlet
In your daddy's bottom drawer

Give me
Your dirty love
I don't believe you never seen
His book before
I don't want your perspiration
I don't need your reservation
I only got one destination
An' that's your dirty love
Dirty love
Your dirty love
Yeah!

Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make that fuzzy poodle do

Give me
Your dirty love
Just like your mama
Make that nasty poodle chew

I'll ignore your cheap aroma
Your little-bo-peep diploma
I'll just put you in a coma
With some dirty love
That dirty love
That dirty love
That dirty love
THE POODLE BITES!
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
THE POODLE BITES!
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
THE POODLE BITES!
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
THE POODLE BITES!
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
THE POODLE BITES!
(Come on, Frenchie)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Come on!)
(Snap it!)
THE POODLE BITES!
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(Come on, Frenchie!)
THE POODLE BITES!
THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
(L-l-l-lick IT!)
THE POODLE BITES!
(Lick it, Frenchie!)
THE POODLE CHEWS IT . .

FZ: Now, wait just a minute, the poodle may bite it, the poodle may chew it, but we MUST progress into another song. The name of this song, folks—and it's a new tune, unusual to this area, an instrumental extravaganza, and titled "Filthy Habits."