[instrumental intro]

Something tells me she's a dude
She walks just like a guy, oh, brother
Way she shifts her weight just proves it
I think I'd best leave right now
I think she's a steer, not cow

Down there 'tween her thighs; a bone
All stiff and full of seed; a d*ck there
I think that is vile; appalls me
About to unsheathe it now
I think I will leave right now

You're asking me "How do I know?"
He's a bro', man, it shows
He's got a d*ck there and it's grown
A real bone, yeah, a hose

[instrumental break]

I swear that's a dude; it's so
Has balls that hang, it's true, and lot's of hair
Don't want that he-bitch to bone me
I don't want to see it loose
Don't want it in my caboose

[instrumentals out to end]
{Oh,no,no,no – I don't}
{Don't want that bone, no, no...}