oh Twinkie you are my friend
you are always there until the end
creamy filled goodness thru the night
my sponge cake, loving, happy delight
cellophane wrapper with a sugary smell
you are my heaven, my bliss, in this earthly hell
Twinkie oh Twinkie..in the starry sky
i need your ecstacy.. i need your high
if Twinkie had a voice..it would sing a song
if Twinke had arms..it would hold me all night long
Twinkie is freshly packed and stamped for me
filling me with comfort that he is healthy
i know in my heart Twinkie is da man
with his cowboy boots and hat
that Twinkie the kid is p.h.a.t
all is well in hostess land...
Twinkie plays with Strawberry Shortcake
and Mr. Ding Dong on hand
a menage a trois of delectable delight
i dream of my Twinkie in bed all thru the night
The End
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