Lyrics

You shouldn't judge a man by the hair on his butt Maybe it's like needles Or possibly like bark Does it need to be mowed Like the lawn at the park? Maybe it's too soft Or possibly too coarse You stuck your hands down his pants You though he was a horse Maybe it's light blonde But probably it's black It streached from his belt And covers up his back I saw he had it braided It made his pants real snug It covers up his butt cheeks like a rug Maybe it's like a forest All covered up with trees Maybe when he farts His butt hairs blow in the breeze Maybe you were frightened because it was so scary Or maybe you found out it was filled with dingle berries