If there is any chance to score
A guy is supposed to take it
I thought she was looking for
Action when she stripped me naked

Some wild sex in the woods ain't easy to refuse
And I even put up with the blindfold
Then she tied my arms around a tree and pushed me down
And said I wouldn't be paroled

Now I'm sounding shrill
It was a thrill only for a while
Became a chill, I'm sounding shrill
'Cos I learned the pile
I'm on is an ant hill

Now the next part of the tale
Skips the graphic explanation
What is down there on a male
You know and have imagination

She says this is because I've made out with her horse
With her sister and her broker
I may have had a fling, hardly worth the sting
Now I'm matching Rona's vocals

Yes I'm sounding shrill, no chance to chill
With the angry ants, no-oh...
I'm sounding shrill, I've lost my will
As I've lost my pants

I'm sounding shrill...
I beg for lethal pills
No one hears my plea
I keep on sounding shrill

The bitch left me alone to be gnawed to the bone
In the end I will somehow be saved
I can swear it on my balls, what's left when they've been mauled
I'll find a way to make her pay

I'm sounding shrill, no chance to chill
With the angry ants, no-oh...
I'm sounding shrill, I've lost my will
As I've lost my pants
I keep on sounding shrill