Well.. poodle-fuckernThis goes right, to you, and all of your measuring men..nnThey say things happen for a reasonnThey say that cocksuckers are badnThey say that God has a plannEverybody's fucking lying to me..nnThey say the rhythm will get menThey say that salad ain't suckynThey say that ladies never doo-doonEverybody's fucking lying to me..nnThey say a chicken's never wishin' to commit suicidenAnd that all the bigfoots and swampsquatches have diednNo way.. (No way, No way, No way, No way)nnThey say, a pizza ain't a funnelnI say bullshit to thatnAnd I don't believe that lobsters are O.K. with their bathsnAnd that secret thing you're doing each and every fuckin' nightnWill make your hands get super hairy and you'll lose your fuckin' sightnNo way, No way, No No No way..nnWhen I was a babynDaddy told me somethin' crazynHe said 'Son your momma left me and she went and joined the Navy'nI said 'Dad, you fuckin' kiddin', he said 'No No pass the gravy'nAnd the gravy I pass..nnYou.. know how people say what doesn't kill you makes you strongernWell I've seen men nearly killed and that just couldn't be more wrongernAnd the women are supposed to only like the giant dongernnSo the gravy.. I pass, to them..nnCreme de la cremenla la la lanDe la cremenCreme la cremenla la la lanDe la cremenThat is menThe creme of de de la cremenla la la la Creme Creme la la la