Lyrics

[Verse 1] Hey there, look at my guinea pig, He’s got a mohawk and doesn’t care a fig. Chasing his female, all day and night, Until she's puking as soon as he's in sight [Chorus] Whiskers twitching, they’re on the go, Rubbing off to anything, putting on a show. Horny guinea pigs, hear them squeak, It’s a furry riot every week! [Verse 2] Cage is a mess, they’ve got no shame, Sniffing and chasing, it’s their wild game. Groins racing like punk rock drums, These fuzzy anarchists just want to have fun. [Bridge] He's strutting and humming, like a motor he calls She's peeing on his nose and kicking his balls. Fur flying in the air, what a trip, Wriggling their butts at a non-stop clip. [Chorus] Strutting and purring his masochist plea, She spurns his seduction in sad-is-tic glee. Biting and peeing, for him it's quite the spice, Every warm splash is naughty paradise. [Outro] His fetish for the chase loves a harsh tease, Every nip from her is a rapturous please. In rumble-strut dreams, his dominatrix queen, Whipping up his desires... He loves it when she's mean.