AH, sweet freedom
swaying to and fro
unlike with my jockeys
where I got no place to go

Dancing like a gypsy
as I sing ''Amazing Grace''
swinging like that red thing
that's on a turkey's face

Then, a sudden set back
as I give sitting a try
I smash my need for freedom
underneath of my right thigh

Nauseous for a moment
then doubled up in pain
I throw away those boxers
and put my jockeys on again