text: Boy, would I like to do her
  Id like to jump her bones
  Slip her the hot beef injection
  Im hoping she gives me a hand-job
  Humna humna
  I got so wasted last Saturday night
  Drank a whole half-gallon
  Got really sick, puked
  It was great, though
  And me and my break-dancing friends went out
  And beat up some punk rock faggots
  Buffys pregnant
  Well plan a future
  Well fit the class
  Go debate on
  Who has the nicest ass
  Spread our mind games
  With verbal words
  We are all the same
  Just flies on turds
  Clone, clone, clone, clone
  Saw you yesterday
  Eighty-six rules
  Did you hear what Marsha said?
  Like, I dont know, I dont know, I dont know.
  Chris called me up
  And he went and I went
  And, oh, my God, Im so embarrassed
  I could just scream
  I swear, I will never talk to him, as long as I live
  Buffys pregnant
  Plan a future
  Well fit the class
  Well go debate on
  Who has the nicest ass
  Spread our mind games
  With verbal words
  We are all the same
  Just flies on turds
  Clone, clone, clone, clone
  Buffys pregnant
  Plan a future
  Well fit the class
  Well go debate on
  Who has the nicest ass
  Spread our mind games
  Verbal words
  We are all the same
  Just flies on turds
  Clone, clone, clone, clone