She used to live with an Indian chief

Who gave her the clap, that he got from a priest

Night after night, I would lie with her pets

Like a mailorder bride in a box by the steps

She went bungee jumping

One fine day

Off the cliffs of our friendship

And at the bottom she stayed

When they told me, that her body was found

An astronaut drowned in the Long Island Sound

I tripped down the stairs in my basketball shoes

And paddled downstream in my father's canoe

In the kingdom of bungee

The castle's been stained

But the kingdom of incest

Still has a mighty fine name