I assumed he was talking to his missusnWhen I heard him talkin' on the phonenHis huge tattered frame was shakin' and sobbin'nYou could tell he was really missin' homennThis bloke was built like the side of a mountainnAnd as ugly as a top-end buffalonStandin' there just blubberin' like a babynTalkin' to his woman on the phonennAnd I heard poetry that night as I listened while he spokenI heard poetry that night when he saidnnI'm gonna fuck ya guts out, an' I'm never gonna stopnNot even when I see ya kidneys wrapped around me cockn'Cause I'll just whip it in, whip it out, wipe it on yer frocknI'm gonna fuck ya guts out, an' I'm never gonna stopnnI'm gonna fuck ya in the ear, I'm gonna fuck ya in the nosenThen I'll spin ya on me finger 'til I find another holenFuckin' hell, forgot me hanky, and I'm about to blownHang on while I let go of the phonennI'm gonna fuck ya guts out, an' I'm never gonna stopnNot even when I see ya kidneys wrapped around me cockn'Cause I'll just whip it in, whip it out, wipe it on yer frocknI'm gonna fuck ya guts out, an' I'm never gonna stopnnNice frocknnI assumed I was talkin' to his missusnWhen he begged me to hang on to the phonenHe needed both hands to wank withnAnd I didn't mind waitin' onnnAnd I swear I was listenin' to a princessnAs pure as the soft driven snownAnd instantly I knew she was missin' him toonAs I listened to her sweet 'n dulcet tonesnnAnd I heard poetry that night as I listened while she spokenI heard poetry that night when she saidnnI'm gonna suck ya guts out, make ya sorry that ya askednWhen ya see yer pillow 'n mattress disappearin' up yer assnI practiced on the tractor 'til I fucked the bastard's starternI'm gonna suck ya guts out, make ya sorry that ya askednnI'm on the rags, but that don't matter; you can whack it up me clackernCan hardly wait to feel that monster dicknYou can beat me, whip me, hurt me when yer on the verge of spurtin'nRip off me shirt 'n slam dunk on me titsnnAnd then I'll suck ya guts out, make ya sorry that ya askednWhen ya see yer pillow 'n mattress disappearin' up yer assnI practiced on the tractor 'til I fucked the bastard's starternI'm gonna suck ya guts out, make ya sorry that ya askednnAnd I heard poetry that night as I listened while they spokenThere was poetry that night in the airnnI'm gonna fuck ya guts out just as soon as I get homenInstead of gettin' our rocks off talkin' dirty on the phonenJackin' off, and Jillin' off, and whackin' off alonenI'm gonna fuck ya guts out just as soon as I get home