Bret McKenzie - Sugalumps lyrics

Lemme tell ya I see ya girls checkin' out my trunks I see ya girls checkin' out the front of my trunks I see ya girls looking at my junk Then checking out my rump, then back to my sugalumps When I shake it, I shake it all up You'd probly' think my pants had the mumps It's just my sugalump bumb-ba-bumps They look so good that's why I keep em' in the front All. the. ladies. checking. out. my sugalumps They drive the ladies crazay All these b**hes checking out my britches Put em' in a trance, when I wear track pants My dungarees make them hungary They're over the moon when I don pantaloons My sugalumps are two of a kind Sweet and white and highly refined Honeys try all kinds of tomfoolery To steel a feel of my family j**lery My candy balls cause a kerfuffle The ladies they hustle to ruffle my truffle If you party with the party prince You get two complimentary after dinner mints Girls surroundin' me when I'm standin' on the stoop Givin' me gifts like free chicken soup Book tokens, free chicken soup Standin' on the corner going We see ya girls checkin' out our trunks We see ya girls checkin' out the front of our trunks We see ya girls lookin' at our junk, then checkin' out our junk, then back to our sugalumps Sitting in my store, doin' my thing When a guy walks in with his dick in a sling I'm like "holy sh**, what happened to you?" He said "how much will you give me for the family j**els?" I said "Ten bucks." he said "No way!" "Ten bucks and a frisbee?" he says "O.K" So I took his sugalumps and put em' up in a display And sold them as hacky sacks later that day All the ladies they want, a taste of my sugalumps Sweet sugalumps yeah All the ladies they want a taste of my sugalumps Sweet sugalumps yeah