Boy, would I like to do her
I'd like to jump her bones
Slip her the hot beef injection
I'm hoping she gives me a hand-job
Hum'na hum'na
I got so wasted last Saturday night
Drank a whole half-gallon
Got really sick, puked
It was great, though
And me and my break-dancing friends went out
And beat up some punk rock f*gots
Buffy's pregnant
We'll plan a future
We'll fit the cla**
Go debate on
Who has the nicest a**
Spread our mind games
With verbal words
We are all the same
Just flies on turds
Clone, clone, clone, clone
Saw you yesterday
Eighty-six rules
Did you hear what Marsha said?
"Like, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know."
Chris called me up
And he went and I went
And, oh, my God, I'm so embarra**ed
I could just scream
"I swear, I will never talk to him, as long as I live"
Buffy's pregnant
Plan a future
We'll fit the cla**
We'll go debate on
Who has the nicest a**
Spread our mind games
With verbal words
We are all the same
Just flies on turds
Clone, clone, clone, clone
Buffy's pregnant
Plan a future
We'll fit the cla**
We'll go debate on
Who has the nicest a**
Spread our mind games
Verbal words
We are all the same
Just flies on turds
Clone, clone, clone, clone