Literal on the clitter oil

Literal on the clitter oil, fecund to the clutter toil, don't put the blamer on your Daimler, she won't appreciate all the grease you ate. Henrietta's bouffant carburetors were on the plate, to a four-wheeled man of letters. Too heavy on the clutch, she spoke in double Dutch, accelerate to deviate, you know just where to meet.

Words and music by Trev Teasdel