A gift to the Gifty\'s
Admired even in the ninety\'s
My adam\'s apple
I need to go a search
Give me a basket
Or hand that can fetch
Witty kinds, this is mystery
I am not one but I sing myself in
Cos a gift of a bicycle
can take my car
Hold my tentacles
I will raise my bar
O gift me
Give me, thy adam\'s apple
Thy treasure and thy crest
All apples are simple
cos all apples have nipples
and are every man\'s rest
That\'s why Adam roamed the garden
searching and searching his apple
And his beloved wife, our mother Eve
To his surprise, the devil deceived
Cos Adam searched and was so slow
His apple was nearby, you never know
He needed something unknown
Maybe like a sick bowl
That can sit, sit everywhere
And after he ate,
he never searched
he went running
O still mystery
These apples make men stammering
And strong feet go wobbling
Like the sea, it\'s hot inside
But cold on freeze
so if you meet Eve
Take your Adam\'s apple
But remember the good example
Don\'t overdose
Cos abuse kills
Abuse of power kills multitudes
Abuse of drugs makes one destitute
Abuse of orgasm, is never a prostitute
Oh let me
I pray thee
Walk on thy milky way
And give us thy adam\'s apples
O Lords