"This one's for that bastard owl! It's his song 'bout fuckin' a jukebox!" YAAAAAA! [Verse 1] Me and Dookie stumble in, his fuckin' wings smellin’ like rye, Floor’s fuckin' tacky with beer, piss stink in my eye. Three bikers yellin’, pool balls crackin’ hard, He flaps up to the bar and drops his guard. Then he fuckin' sees her— Back in the corner with her fuckin' neon half-dead, Chrome all chipped like a fuckin' busted bed. Goddamn, Jukie Mae… Jukie fuckin' Mae... [Chorus] Oh, Jukie Mae, he bled his heart in your coin slot, Gripped your speakers in his talons while the fuckin' bar got hot His feathers bristled, fuckin' cloaca smacked, He felt the fire of forever in your 45 rack. It was more than just a fuck, the one that got away— And fuckin' hell..., goddamn Jukie Mae. [Verse 2] Fuckin' gum jammed in your grill, ash stains on your side, Your glass is cracked where fuckin' owl claws once pried. Buttons fuckin' sticky, A to Seven don't light, Shee-it... you're still gorgeous in the flicker tonight. Fuck! There goes your hum— Electric moan in the shadows, fuckin' can it be wrong? Your neon winks, and you're playin' his song. Goddamn, Jukie Mae… Jukie FUCKIN' Mae! [Chorus] Oh, Jukie Mae, he fuckin' puked his soul in your coin slot, Feathers quakin', beak wide, as he fuckin' shot his shot! Fuckin' wings flared out! His cloaca smacked, He felt the heat of damnation in your 45 stack. It was more than just a fuck, it was his fuckin' Judgment Day— And he still fuckin' burns for you, goddamn Jukie Mae. [Bridge] Now you’re fuckin' singin’ again, draggin’ him near, Your static’s a siren, and his fuckin' ruin’s right here. Fuckin' flaps through the crowd, drunk eyes ablaze, Every hoot in his throat's fuckin' William Butler Yeats. I'm seein' this shit, fuckin' can't look away, Jukie Mae, what a weird fuckin' role play! "Ha ha! Dookie, you fuckin' dynamo!" [Verse 3] Hooks his claws in your panel all scuffed, Feathers are fuckin' flyin', 'cause he's thrustin' rough! Do you hear this crowd? We're fuckin' eggin' you on! Shit... this is nuts, he's so fuckin' drunk, too fuckin' far gone! Fuckin' Hootin' your name— Jukie, oh Jukie Mae, he's flapping! Fuckin' flapping!! Your record fuckin' skips, and it's happening!!! Holy fuck, Jukie Mae... Jukie Mae!! [Final Chorus] Oh, Jukie Mae!! He fuckin' splashed his seed on your coin slot, And tonight he's back, given you all he's fuckin' got. Fuckin' head spinnin' 'round, his cloaca's sore. Fuckin' eternity meltin' like your vinyls are warped. This is more than just a fuck, it fuckin' made my day— My buddy's in love with you, fuckin' Jukie Mae!! "Woooo! Goddamn! Look at that fuckin' mess! Ha!"
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