Summertime and the holidays I'm off to the coast Yea! Off to the sunny seaside Breezin' down the highway with my window wide open The music blaring on the radio Got my bags all packed in the back Got my swimming trunks in, my beach towel, beach ball.... and my wonderful inflatable woman.
At the hotel I unpack, I get her out At first she's a bit flat She's like my very own genie in a bottle When I uncork her, start to pump her up It's then...it's then the magic starts
At first she flounders and writhes about Then suddenly she grows bigger, she becomes *****, she rears up I know what my three wishes are gonna be With her lovely ***** salacious look I know what she's thinking "Is Sargeant Sausage, is he coming out to play" Why! You little hussey you little ****.
Big and bouncy, so pink and soft and wowzy My wonderful wibbebly wobbly wonder girl How I love her lovely curves, all her lovely hills and valleys She's so pneumatic she's... she's absolutely fantastic Great big bonging bangers I lose myself in her, squeeze her tightly Like a big big balloon she carries me away from all the cares of the day...far faraway She's incredible! She's amazing!!
(Careful not to bite her though , I did that once She started to hiss, then she went off flying, farting all around the room).
I made me a tape of conversations from movies Girls saying sweet things to their fellas, I play it when she's there Looking at me across the room O! she's so sweet, so understanding She never criticises, is so undemanding If only all girls could be that way.
The two of us together Man! She's a fine bit of rubber We make a good.... a lovely couple Just me...me and my wonderful...my wonderful inflatable woman.
Although meant to be funny there's also a strange underlying sadness. About a yearning for some fun and some connection.