Let's give 'em a moon, uh huh,
Let's shine our backsides.
Penchant for mischiefin'
We've got; these moons move no tides.

They'll glimpse stout, pure-white butts;
Our mounds will turn eyes.
Part that shines is no sun;
It's a moon, bright, live.

Let's give 'em a moon, uh huh,
Let's shine each crack side.
Surprise all of those convent girls
While slapping the back hide.

Watch their eyes open
As they bulge big and wide.
Then Ed lets out a ripper
From his moon bright, live.

Let's give 'em a moon, uh huh,
Let's shine our slack hides.
These gals, we say, are holy--
That homophone is snide.

Cheeky is this crew
As down our pants glide,
Falling like wet torrents
To show moons, bright live. Nates.

Come off hasty--clothes are gonna take a dive
Down, down, for showin' backside.
Gonna get disrobed--
Wretched sight:
Nates showin' round and bright,
Clothin' down, down, down.