The Lyrics
Hey tits, shake caboose, give header,
A cockfight sh*ittin' something.
You can blow my mother's feather,
I'll give your fatted ass a bite,
Go dick around.
You're gonna hear explet-ic cronic,
Sordid calls and sounds.
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Hey candy ass, blow me, have your semen splat,
Ohhhhh, butts are sh*t faced pout!
Wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh , when he got Tourettes,
Oh but they're queered and their buns are full,
My weinie they can kiss so keen,
She got elastic boobs her cun-air roots,
I'm gonna pitch a bitch and make a scene-ene-ene
Oh no, Wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh, when he got Tourettes,
Shake tits, fug you and your facelift,
Kiss my ass my hind lid,
I gotta keep this race-less.
Kiss my behind, you can take and kiss my dong.
You can bite the carrots out of my sheet, my hind you'll bite and smell thong.
Hey, can he do lingus, have your crouch made wet,
Oh, but you're a fug faced flout.
Wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh , when he got Tourettes,
Used to be weird, not so guttural,
Oh that's when he a talked more clean,
But then erotic hoots, called people fruits,
Then he shid upon his thorazine.
Oh no, wuh wuh when he got Tourettes.
He's randy and rounchy. have you heard his shid?
You're a fug faced flout.
Wuh, wuh, wuh, when he got Tourettes.
So, go get weird in your underalls,
Oh, I'll grope you inside your jeans,
He gives off gastric toots, he shows his root,
Shows his hammer like a ball-a-peen.
Oh no, wuh, wuh, wuh, when he got Tourettes.
When he, when he, when he, when he got Tourettes.
When he, when he, when he, when he, when he, when he got Tourettes.
(On and on 'til fade and he falls asleep and shuts up already!)