Let me tell you...

I see you girls checkin' out my [bad word] 
I see you girls checkin' out the front of my [bad word] 
I see you girls lookin' at my junk
Then checkin' out [bad word] 
Then back to my sugalumps

When I shake it, I shake it all up
You'd probably think that my pants had the mumps
It's just my sugalump bump-ba-bump
They look so good, that's why I keep them in the front

All the ladies checkin' out my sugalumps
They drive the ladies crazy

All these [bad word] checkin' out my britches
Put 'em in a trance when I wear track pants
My dungarees make them hungry
They're over the moon when I don pantaloons

My sugalumps are two of a kind
Sweet and white and highly refined
Honeys try all kinds of tomfoolery
To steal a feel of my family jewellery

My candy balls cause a cafuffle
The ladies, they hussle [bad word] my [bad word] 
If you party with the party prince
You get [bad word] after dinner mints

Girls surround me when I'm standin' on the stoop
Givin' me gifts like free chicken soup
Book tokens, free chicken stoop
Standin' on the corner goin' ss-ah-ss-ah

We see you girls checkin' out our [bad word] 
We see you girls checkin' out the front of our [bad word] 
We see you girls lookin' at our junk
Then checkin' out [bad word] 
Then back to our sugalumps

Chillin' in my store, doing my thing
When in walks a guy with his [bad word] in a sling
I'm like, "holy [bad word]  what happened to you?"
He said, "how much will you give me for the family jewels?"
I said, "ten bucks"
He said, "no way"
"Ten bucks and frisbee?"
He said, "okay"
And I took his sugalumps and put them up in a display
And sold them as hacky sacks later that day

All the ladies, they want a taste of my sugalumps
Sweet sugalumps, yeah
All the ladies, they want a taste of my sugalumps
Sweet sugalumps, yeah