my balls they itch, and i`m too fat to scratch
aw man, ain`t life a bitch, with a fat moustache
tickles my scrotum, but it won`t make me cum
no, it won`t make me spray, but it won`t go away
i can`t change my underwear, dunno what i`d find down there
maybe dickcheese, maybe poo, and if it`s cheese, it`s blue
i would like to feel my dong, but my arms are not that long
and my foreskin is too snug for that wiener-finger hug
you should be on fat
you should be on fat
they keep telling me
you should be on fat
my balls they itch, and i`m too fat to scratch
could be the crabs that hatch down in my pubic thatch
no, i know it`s no creep, cause it would have to sleep
and it`s jock around the clock and it`s spreading to my....
i don`t wanna see the doc cause it`s too embarassing
i would have to spill the beans and tell him everything
on a search for navel lint under all thatfat
i`d lift, i`d clench, i`d squint, and pulled out a wooly hat
i should be on fat