Boyfriend is Skinny, hides behind a small tree.
I tried to wash it but this sh!t remains.
She's your mother's age but screw it
Hit it down the center, Oh Split it's 7-10
Mom's swollen breasts are filling me (Mustache).
I'm hearing grumbles I can feel them in my stomach
need a Holy Ghost Enema right up your rear end
I thought I might be a Buddhist
Now the police are on my trail.
Advertise my songs as if they're so awesome
Poor Joanne. Caught in a head-lock so tight
With torments I was snowed under
baret and striped clothes in piles
Don't feel good, I'm gonna chuck.
Don't believe in thought, Don't believe in brains
I see my waiter pass will he ever come back?
they tell me don't panic oh yeah right
gin send you to rehab, Now the healing can begin!
Don't Go in the Kitchen. . Let Aunt Bee
He Thinks my Ring is Nice