Gotta go slow

Gotta go slow

Pig without wings

Is just another pig

And a prick that's not hard

Is just another [bad word] 

Open real wide and in goes my fist

Wasn't that just so delicious

Peddling backwards, great exercise

Monopoly's a way of life for some

That perfect car, the house, the pool

That [bad word] girl from high school

The spoon, the spoon

Oh, [bad word] christ, the spoon

Cutting lines

Oh god, it's finally time to party

Dirty (x8)

Delivery, I'm [bad word] starving

Sounds good, let's get it going

Bury me up bread and a rocket

Expect no delays

Topsy turvy

Driving on the curvy

To the sounds of

Mail boxes knocking over

Help my aim, oh please

In a search, maybe

Don't tell anyone where I be

My sticky situations

Hiding, I'm flying

I keep them

From you

 [bad word] [bad word] 

 [bad word] [bad word] 

pig without wings

Is just another pig

And a prick that's not hard

Is just another [bad word] 

Nickles and dimes and pennies count

That's like sixteen cents to go toward a [bad word] 

Know you've all been there before,

Fell face first, god makes you fall from grace

Sick, up late, don't call me names

What's all this [bad word] on my face

The spoon, the spoon

Oh, [bad word] christ, the spoon

Cutting lines

Oh god, it's finally time to party

Dirty (x8)

Delivery, I'm [bad word] starving

Sounds good, let's get it going

Bury me up bread and a rocket

Expect no delays

Topsy turvy

Driving on the curvy

To the sounds of

Mail boxes knocking over

Help my aim, oh please

In a search, maybe

Don't tell anyone where I be

My sticky situations

Hiding, I'm flying

I keep them

From you

 [bad word] [bad word] 

 [bad word] [bad word] 

pig without wings

Is just another pig

And a prick that's not hard

Is just another [bad word] 

Smiling kids make me think

Do I have the right

To swing from the monkey bars

Candy hearts and lucky charms

Where the [bad word] is my delivery

At the playground going for a swim in my cereal

The spoon, the spoon

Oh, [bad word] christ, the spoon

Cutting lines

Oh god, it's finally time to party

Dirty (x8)

Delivery, I'm [bad word] starving

Sounds good, let's get it going

Bury me up bread and a rocket

Expect no delays

Topsy turvy

Driving on the curvy

To the sounds of

Mail boxes knocking over

Help my aim, oh please

In a search, maybe

Don't tell anyone where I be

My sticky situations

Hiding, I'm flying

I keep them

From you

 [bad word] [bad word]