A young man turned twenty-one
He drank a lot of beer, had sex with a nun
It's a black eye on his tender face
It's his tripping and falling, 'cause he's blinded with mace
Isn't he moronic... don't you think?

Chorus:
It's a needle-search in a pile of hay
It's pool party on a cold winter's day
It's the hundred bucks that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... It's foolish!! :)

Mr. Skinny Waif was afraid to eat
He ate his froo-oo-oo-uit cake but kissed good-bye the meat
He waited the whole damn week to eat that leek
And as the food went down he thought, "Well, isn't this neat!"
And isn't he moronic ... don't you think?

Repeat Chorus:
It's a needle-search in a pile of hay
It's pool party on a cold winter's day
It's the hundred bucks that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... It's foolish!! :)

Well wh**es have a funny way of shakin' their booty
When they think that you want their bod' but they're just an ugly sight
And pigs have a funny way of rolling around in the mud
while the cows go moo, and chickens are clucking in your face

A honey ham in your Frosted Flakes
A no-passing sign when there's only one lane
It's like eating your soup with a fork and a knife
It's meeting the man of your dreams, who tells you to "Get a Life!"
And isn't it moronic... don't you think
A little too moronic.. and yeah I really do think...

Repeat Chorus:
It's a needle-search in a pile of hay
It's pool party on a cold winter's day
It's the hundred bucks that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... It's foolish!! :)

Well pigs have a funny way of rolling in the mud
And wh**es have a funny way of shakin' their butt
shakin' their butt