And little Early Birdy gave his anus girl a whirly and asked me if I needed a ride.

The story:

My husband and I were listening to it in the car. I told him he was wrong about the lyrics he was singing, so we backed it up, listened again, and he actually heard them, too. We figured we must be wrong, so when we got home, we checked the lyrics on the internet. Nope, no anus girls. No whirlies. Bummer.