Hey baby make me wet    I'll tie you to your bed    I'll whip your body, make you sweat    I'll whip your body, make you sweat    I'll whip your body, make you sweat    I'll tie you to your bed    I'll tie you to your bed       Mrs Jones denies it's strong    But we know that something's wrong    All night long she screams and shouts    We know what it's all about    Somewhere on the second floor    Behind the torturechamber door    Mr Jones waits for demands    While he's tied up by the hands          Hey baby make me wet    I'll tie you to your bed    I'll whip your body, make you sweat    I'll whip your body, make you sweat    I'll whip your body, make you sweat    Hey baby make me wet          Sadist on stiletto heels    Mr Jones likes how that feels    Nipples pierced with iron chains    Instruments for dirty games    There is no time for romance    She's the devil in rubber pants    Sits down on his burning spear    Mr Jones is filled with fear          Mr Jones cries out with joy    When he sees the rubber toy    Twists his ass with horny pride    The dildo runs on dynamite    But mrs Jones she doesn't know    His constrictor is about to blow    All that's left of the family Jones    Is a pile of shit and a heap of bones          Hey baby make me wet    I'll tie you to your bed    I'll whip your body, make you sweat    I'll whip your body, make you sweat    I'll whip your body, make you sweat    Hey baby make me wet