It's Wiscpunk You Idiot
"There must be some way out of here," said the Josh to the wiscpunk,
"There's too much confusion, I'll get this snag drunk.
Other men, they hear me whine, women dig my girth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited," the Josh, he kindly said,
"There are many here among us, who give a B- to her head.
But you and I, we've read through this, and this is not our tale,
So let us not talk falsely now, for her boyfriend's in jail."
All along the watchtower, warden kept the view
While the other men came and went, longhaired bassists, too.
Inside in the darkness, josh used a towel,
One boyfriend was approaching, this bitch be foul