I says hey old mother-fixed balding boy

Here's one good goon that we can't blame



Hey they all cry

Here's one for the fruit-bin



Look at him, look at him, look, look, look

La la la



Twas a shrivelled fruit on a wrinkled

Sack sack sack

Thinks my god, did I marry

That that that?



She canned that marriage

Out of sight

When she found a testicle

In the mouth of Mr Right



Look at him, look at him, look, look, look

La la la



I says hey old mother-fixed balding boy

Here's one good goon that we can't blame



Hey they all cry

Here's one for the fruit-bin



Look at him, look at him, look, look, look

La la la



Twas a shrivelled fruit on a wrinkled

Sack sack sack

Thinks my god, did I marry

That that that?



Look at him, look at him, look, look, look

Look at him, look at him

Shake shake shake