Ookla The Mok Tantric Yoda
To my slimy mudhole welcome
My home this is inside a tree
Off you must take those wet clothes
Can I get you some hot tea?
You are looking so good, baby
I was thinking we should maybe
Let the Force flow, let feelings grow
As each other we get to know
On will I put some Barry White
Down low will I turn the lights
Need they will a six-part saga
To chronicle the love we make tonight
Mmm! Oooh! Oh Master Yoda!
Mmm! Oooh! Go, Master Yoda!
Heh heh heh heh heh!
Feel you will the Force inside you
Do me, there is no try
The Force will make it grow, so
Judge me not by my size!
Adventure? Hah! Excitement? Heh.
A Jedi craves not these things.
What a Jedi craves is more depraved
Than Jabba's Hut on Tatooine.
In herre it's getting hot
So off take all your clothes
Look this hot you will not
If reach you nine hundred years old.
Mmm! Oooh! Oh Master Yoda!
Mmm! Oooh! Go, Master Yoda!
Heh heh heh heh heh!
Closer to God you get me
Your backdoor man I want to be
That to me do one time more
On me some sugar pour.
Up that thing back
Like a brick house are you stacked
On let us get it, It let us do
Avec moi couchez voulez-vous?
Sensitive people are we
To give we have so much
When about you I think,
Mmm! Myself I touch.
Mmm! Oooh! Oh Master Yoda!
Mmm! Oooh! Go, Master Yoda!
Heh heh heh heh heh!
