Squeeze My Lemon

I'm heading home - I have a date Chills play my spine - I pass my gate Time to eat - hope I'm not late I rush myself up spiral stairs I'm hurrying cause I like mine rare It's dinner time, I'm feeling fine I lick my chops and grab some wine I sing and dance across the room To one of Zeppelins silky tunes "Squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down my leg Squeeze it so hard - I fall right out of bed" Alas with ringing of the bell Wafts cross the room, 'OH! delightful smell I sit to eat, has it gone too far? You know I like my meat Tartar I squeeze some lemon on his leg And lick my lips as I am fed I Slurp His blood so darkly red My secrets out, I love the dead Daintily, I wipe my chin Daintily, And then I grin