I push the limits of good taste

Whenever I open my mouth

You got a worm in your ear

Like Checkov from Kahn

Shame! Shame!

I hit a new kind of low.

All the way from South Dakota

Like a green leprachaun

She got a sun dress in heat

He got his latex gloves on

Shame! Shame!

I hit a new kind of low.

And if you ever come here

You're tweaking on the phone

I got a new connection

I never leave the light on

Shame! Shame!

I hit a new kind of low...