The morning, rises along with my trouser snake

the fine expression is like the tree of fate,

it greets the sun that is high above

Bulging out, like it has its own volition,

against my moral's opposition.

My party stick pops right out. Open verse of The Garden!

Spread the gates we are trying to break!

Beautiful lady, come with me!

We will face the day!

Make climax our play! (Yeah!)

Come on, Come on, Come on

Yeah! Us!

*Narrator narrates*

S.O.X.!  S.O.S.!

Now marks history for the Sex Crusade!

S.O.X.!  S.O.S.!

A bluish snow plain sets the final escapade!

Love defends all, that is purely just,

It fights all oncoming challengers!

Unsheath and thrust

with your mighty Sexcalibur!

If you can, do Blue Snow/Tundra's famous maniacal laugh.