Back in the mid 80's, Mr Fritzl had a plan
With bricks and mortar, build a cell fit for his daughter
No room to stand, no need she'll be on her back mostly
Prepare for winky, it's coming for you and it bears a tash
On holiday, he suns himself in Eastern-Asia
He's calm as fuck, he knows the screams and pain will go unhear
Chorus:
She'll see, his evil pee-pee
See, his evil pee-pee