PIXIE LAND
(To the tune of Dixie)

Oh, I wish all panties were made of cotton,
Even satin, ever soppin’
This day! Hooray! This day! Pixie Land.
In Pixie Land each early morning,
Find us fondling, even scoring,
This day! Hooray! This day! Pixie Land.

CHORUS

Oh, I wish I was with Pixies! Today! Hooray!
In Pixie Land we’ll use our hands,
Or squeeze and thrust with Pixies!
This day! Hooray! This day down south with Pixies.
This day! Hooray! This day down south with Pixies.