Stud in the Stall

[couchgrouch]

Stud in the StallLord, it's too hot to sleep, we're swimming in sweaty sheetsand there's a pounding noise outsidethe stallion in the stable, kicks as hard as he's ableon these humid summer nightsI know what's got him so crazythe heat's got him mad for his ladythere's a stud in the stalland he's going wildsomething in the nighthas got him riledhe's buckin' n struttin'and rearin' up tallthat sweet young mare,had better bewarethere's a stud in the stallmost of the time you're modest, but in the heat of AugustHoney, you like to sleep in the rawthe moon's steaming like sin, and your soft, moist skinmakes me want a roll in the strawwe'll raise the roof, the walls'll rattlewe'll wake the cock and spook the cattleyeah, there's a stud in the stalland he's going wildsomething in the nighthas got him all riledhe's buckin' n struttin'and rearin' up tallthat sweet young mare,had better bewarethere's a stud in the stall(c)2004 Robert George