Java the DJ,
Was a swinging happy soul,
With a smoking coat, and a bearded face,
And two eyes red from Cuervo Gold.
Java the DJ,
Is from Illinois they say,
Where it often snows, and this story goes,
How it snowed there one cold Friday.
On the way to play some swinging songs,
Did a snowman Java spy.
So he rolled up double D balls of snow,
And made a girl from that snow guy.
There must have been some magic
Under that bustier of snow,
Because when Java clamped the snow boobs on,
That girl put on a burlesque show!
Grind-ity, bump bump,
Grind-ity, bump bump.
Look at that snow girl go!
Grind-ity, bump bump,
Grind-ity, bump bump,
Swinging around a stripper's pole!
Java the DJ,
Became sad on second blush,
For as she started to unwind, to the bump and grind,
The snow girl turned into snow girl slush.
Java the DJ,
Waved goodbye to the pile of graying sheen.
Saying don't you cry, do you wanna know why?
Someday I'll build another frosty cheesecake queen!
