Triple B

BIG BUTTS! BAD BREATH! TUNA BUSH!
THAT'S ALL I NEED
The boys in the band are in 
Definite need of some leg
Fat, ugly, short, they don't care
They still get down and beg
4-wheeling under power lines is 
The second best feeling in the world
Next to doing hillbilly stinkbox
Grotesque beastly girls
For kicks we throw on diapers 
And squat at the trough of cold beer
We tinkle dinkies where we stand
In our Depend underwear
At the end of the night we toss our didies 
Off the 10th floor balcony
And watch them explode on the
Grannies' gourds, 40 pounds of pee

BIG BUTT! BAD BREATH! TUNA BUSH!
THAT'S ALL WE MEATBOYS NEED