Knucklehead

Hold up stay fresh
Don't let that beast consume you yet
You're looking like a rack of lamb
And you're talking like a caravan, so
No pressure, no pressure
You're spending tea time with
Fran Drescher, Fran Drescher
From that awful TV show
I like awful TV shows
You like awful TV shows
And we like awful TV shows
Robot sluts and coked out heads
Cars and parts and me naked friends
Bips and bops and lack of rest
Make me wear my Sunday dress
And robot sluts and coked up heads

(Ho hi ho)
(You're such a mess)

I've got this memory made of you
Snorting coke and sniffing glue
Don't like to think of you as you
I like to think you're something new
I like to think of you while I chew
And I'll forget you while I spew
And I like the stink of you
It's such a stink of

(Ho hi ho)
(You're such a mess)

And everybody knows it
K N U C K L E
K N U C K L E
I'm a knucklehead, bringing him to bed
K N U C K L E
K N U C K L E
For bringing him to bed with me