On fy-ahh....On fy-ahh
She set my foot on fy-ahh

So smashed on booze,
I fall asleep
Downstairs beside the dry-ahh
The concrete's hard,
My ass is sore,
And she set my foot on fy-ahh

The fy-ah burned and scorched my shoe
My foot begins to bake up
I'm shacked alone with Sharon Stone,
And damn! she makes me wake up..

On fy-ahhh....On fy-ahh...
She set my foot on fy-ahh

Before I feel the fy-ah's flame
I had Sharon wildly screamin'
I shagged that babe, and she shagged me
We had that bed a' steamin'
But my old woman's
Mean as heck
Don't understand good drinkin'
I'm nagged and bossed
When I get sauced,
Thought slaves were freed by Lincoln..

On fy-ahhh....On fy-ahh....
She set my foot on fy-ahh

When she can't hear I got a name
A name I like to call her
It rhymes with itch, but it's not witch,
Wish evil would befall her..
She just can't leave a man alone
I work hard and support her
I'd pimp her out, but prob'aly all
I'd get would be a quarter..

On fy-ahhh...On...fy-ahh
She set my foot on fy-ahh..

On fy-ahhh...On...fy-ahh
She set my foot on fy-ahh..