Lyrics
Don't try to scan a seaweed heap
Your fragile toes might step in glass
Don't try to pet your dog in the dark
You might feel it up the ass
Grew up on tabbouli and hummus
Carrots and baba ghanoush
I can't say the word foyer but I can pronounce the word douche
Grew up on tabbouli and hummus
Carrots and baba ghanoush
I stopped calling people fags but I'm still in a rotten cartouche
Mommy's trucking kids in her belly
Getting them ready for a soccer rot
Next time I see a van with a telly
I'm going to hit them a lot
The crime scene had officers' heads down
How will I unearth that mystery
Dental records maybe
That poor baby
Mommy's trucking kids in her belly
Getting them ready for a soccer rot
Next time I see a van with a telly
I'm going to hit them a lot!
A lot!
A lot!
A lot!
A lot!