cast out the false commandments of the celibate and subdued heed not such muzzled masters but the fiesty filthy few exhalted and reviled the perverse pleasures and the caress of the night and their foul majesties let every hole and orifice pay homage to these kings your hips attest their prowess and their lips your suffering their tongue speaks no lies the only salvation is vice and deviant deeds fill my glass with pleasures and the vilest overproof and i shall lock my horns with she capricious and aloof and tame her to my side let no bastard deny my monarchy with lucid drunken rantings so many hearts i ve won but i ain t losing sleep over the sins i ve done iniquity is divine these pleasures i won t deny are what i seek liqour sin and lust and mayhem in my wake fools shall falter and kings will copulate sexual liberty revel in the arts of lust viciously i shall not be outdone with a bottle or at a broads bosom penetrate countless chasms i shall copulate ribaldry rabid raw and raucous lusty libertines loins set afire they shall know true ecstasy as i perspire with our loins linking with wine and drinking drinking drinking drinking