GRAGHGAYOOOR BLANG. BLANG-GROOOOOR
sharnagtreii greee say-oornake dann thay siteee got,
thy dooombreethe ooh ah toww, toww. Oooh ezz ayee.
Oh I call for thee to rise out of me . . .
But no need, no need, thy fleshwarm
and technicolor, sleep sleek, sweet smelling,
breasted soft thighed pleasance, more than more
abound thah noohr rhoon oogweshk loooh vye
thou, thow yeer drahooeth, grahrrgooo. Rooosh
oosweed softer thah noh ah hoor seeted thah
steeped nah oh hooreeze rydeen.