Lyrics

[VERSE 1]
Look at my vacuum -
It's wearing brown dress socks!
The Fashion Police are fukking furious!!
Let's put lumps in a box!
Sandwich vapor, leaking orange,
Potatoes shower in fire!
Then someone kicked the funeral clown!
My parents won't retire!! BBLLLEEAAAAAARRRRGH!!!!!
[VERSE 2]
Pounds of cake dough on the wall -
Professor, where's your books?!
How many cans of pork chop juice
Does it take to catch nine crooks?!
RRRAAAAAWWWRRRRR!!!!!! Light your shitt on fire!!
My Grandma hates raw bones!!
How can we call the fukking shots
When we don't even have phones?!!!
GRRRRRRRRR-AH!!!!!!!!!
BLECH!!!!!!!!
[CHORUS]
Hey, Sister Justin,
Your bumpy elbows smell!
It's time to eat some camel titts -
We're going straight to Hell!!
Belching down the waistband
Of the Referee Of The Game Of Bells!
I just got a hair transplant,
But I'm out of fukking gel!!!
[VERSE 3]
Sandra, what are your origins,
And what's your favorite scent of poop?!
Let's dance like we're covered in bugs,
And then boil our blood in soup!
Fire up the tree corpse engine!
My doctor has blue spots!!
I just got a free sports legend -
Her name is Kimberly Potts!!
[BRIDGE]
Iceberg lettuce crunches like the dead!
I guess I'll grow a vagina on the back of my head!!
Or maybe I'll just talk to loaves of bread!
My clothes hurt, and my Grandpa just turned gay in the shed!!
Now go the fukk to bed!!!
[CHORUS]
Hey, Sister Justin,
Your bumpy elbows smell!
It's time to eat some camel titts -
We're going straight to Hell!!
Belching down the waistband
Of the Referee Of The Game Of Bells!
I just got a hair transplant,
But I'm out of fukking gel!!!
[INSANE GUITAR FEEDBACK SOLO]
[CHORUS]
Hey, Sister Justin,
Your bumpy elbows smell!
It's time to eat some camel titts -
We're going straight to Hell!!
Belching down the waistband
Of the Referee Of The Game Of Bells!
I just got a hair transplant,
But I'm out of fukking gel!!!
BLLEEEAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!