The Ol’ Earthquake Fault
(To the tune of the Tennessee Waltz)

I was thrustin’ in my darlin’
And was churnin' a big malt,
When she pushed up to meet me, you see.
And her pushin’ made it happen,
And I filled her sweet canyon,
And she screamed how she truly loved me.

I remember the time,
With my thrustin’ and flappin’,
And I knew just how much seed I'd lost,
Yep, a spoonful or a bit more,
And the climax came crashin',
It felt like a big earthquake fault.