The Trouble with Tribbles Voltaire

I worked on a garbage skowl
Near the Neutral Zone
And I'm sure you've heard
What occurs
When a fella is alone

Well, I was mighty lonely there
Till I met a man named Jones
And he sold me a muff
Covered in fluff
So I wouldn't have to
Spank my bone

So grab your self a tribble
And then you're good to go
If you've got enough
Quadrotriticale
You'll have an endless
Supply of hoes

I grabbed myself some vaseline
And slathered up my pole
But the trouble with these tribbles
They're fuzzy and they're cute
But I can never find the hole