Get up, get up, get up, get up
Let’s make love tonight
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
‘Cause you do it right
Baby, I got sick this mornin’
A sea was stormin’ inside of me
Baby, I think I’m capsizin’
The waves are risin’ and risin’
And when I get that feeling
I want sexual healing
Sexual healing is good for me
Songwriters: Ritz, David; Brown, Odell; Gaye, Marvin
At the senior center the old man told me that he used to hunger for “bitches on heels.”
Now he can’t wait for his Meals on Wheels.
Sexual Meals on Wheels: Cunnilingus in a Camarro.
Sexual Meals on Wheels: Fellatio in a Ford
Sexual Meals on Wheels: 69 on roller skates (whoo whoo)
Sexual Meals on Wheels: Heels and Feels on Squeals
Whore House in a Mall: Slut Hut
A whore girlfriend: a Ho Beau
Jewish midget prostitutes: little horas
Golfing for Assholes: Butt Putt
Thoughts: The Mind Just Relieving Itself in Other Ways
Thinking about pasta: Using your noodle
Italian Men without Lovers: No gnocche
Staying up late in Italian: Pasta your bedtime
If gays come out of the closet,
Do druggies come out of the medicine cabinet?
Do drunks come out of the gutters?
Foodies from fridges?
Illegal immigrants from out of cars?
And does Dorothy come out from under the rainbow?
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
Wonderful words to get us all thinking! Is the humor meant to be “funny?”
Ha… you’re funny. Now, that’s humorous.