IHOP

Got Oakleys on my face to keep the sun from coming in

I'm swinging at the ball and that's a double homonym

Ain't no one that can touch me

I got trouble cuddling

In the forty-forty club and I ain't s-s-stuttering

The name's Jose, they call me Yoplait

I'm a low fat treat that the ladies wanna lay

And in a melee, bring style to the brawl

'Cause I'll punch you in a poncho

And I'll shake you in a shawl

Hit the ball so fucking hard

You can hear the cow it came from scream

Plus my mane got the sheen

I mean its mean to disrupt the mean, but I meant to

This ain't Bill Buckner's legs

You don't know what I went through

And I got news to present you

My collect calls to your mama got sent through

In her crib so much

I should pay rent, too

Devil down below

When they ask me: who sent you?

The house of pancakes is my favorite place

I love the booth seating and I love-a the taste

My Andros are part of a nutritious breakfast

My necks so big that it broke-a my necklace

Slipped on the puka shells on the floor

Had to go re-up at the puka shell store

Hey, Mark, welcome back to your favorite shop

Yo, shut the fuck up and put the pukas in the box

Okay, Big Mac, there's no need to be rude

I'm sorry Bob, it's the steroids, they fuck with my mood

Now put the pukas in the bag before I blow my top

'Cause me and Jose about to smash back to IHOP