Little Sally Walker, sittin in a saucer,

Oh, how I tossed that ass up

Like a mission in the woods, woody woodpecker would if he could,

But I didn't want to pass it up

To the next man had my walkman bumpin on

The fifty yard line and my adrenoline pumpin

Like a kill thriller driller tiller out with the miller brew

Filler up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked (??)

Luke skywalker ain't a sweettalker so I got ill

With my light saber that came in one fancy flavor

My strange behavior led to an outburst

The night felt good but the day got worse

I thought I was alone slim trade the stowaway

With a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay

I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled

By my whole school sayin