itchy coo

Got an itch in my stomach
In my head and my liver
Got an itch in my lungs
In my soul in the bank
Got an itch in my knackers
In my eyes on my teeth
Got an itch in my hair
In my loins in my pants
Got an itch I can’t reach
some where I can’t scratch
In my mind
In my gut
My behind
Down a crack
It’s the sand in my sandwich
From a day at the beach
It’s the bugs in my bed
From a night in the sack
The knits in my nut
The stitch in my cut
From the zits on my face
To the grng of my disgrace
Got an itch from the powder
That you put down my vest
Got an itch from the lover
With whom I’m obsessed
I will itch till I see her
Getting undressed
If I was in a band we’d be a one itch wonder
If I was a chemical product
I’d be labeled as an irritant
The itch in my box just makes my mind wander
Makes me think I’m different
Unique and special messianitch
Got an itch to rule and conquer
Be famous and rich
To come on like a blitz
burn the itch and slash it with a razor
Whip it with a storm ‘til it’ll wish itch had never been borne
Of zooman skin of shaving rash of birth and rebirth
Healed by immersion
In the sweet mother ocean
Rubbed with salted dock leaf
So gentle and tender
Like a womb of surrender
In camomile lotion.