Lyrics

[Verse 1] Ah! 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" [Verse 2] Ah! 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 Wah! AhahahaHAAAHa! WAH! AhhAhh- [Bridge] Yeah (shoo-wop, shoo-wop) Bu projeyi kendimi tatmin etmek (shoo-wop, shoo-wop) [?] memnun etmek (shoo-wop, shoo-wop) [Outro] 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