| Lyrics: | (1,2,1,2,3,4) Tom: I don't want to urinate on myself
I don't want to urinate on anyone
else
But, I guess that really doesn't matter anymore
Cuz I can't control my bladder
anymore
Well, I guess it all depends (undergarments)
Well, I guess it all depends
(undergarments)
Step back into life
No more soiled nights alone
But I guess I don't
have a care
Because there's not a load in my underwear
Mark: I'm sick of offending
everyone I meet (go, go, go, go)
I'm sick of crying myself to sleep on rubber sheets (go)
I
had an accident today
I left a soiled bus seat, I didn't know what to say
But, I guess
it all depends (undergarments)
Well, I guess it all depends (undergarments)
Step back
into life (go, go)
No more soiled nights alone
Well, I guess that I don't have a care
If
I don't have a load in my underwear.
(Talking) Tom: Uh..um anyway....Well as I was
sayng...my dog, nice dog bending over.
Mark: If you dropped your keys you'd bend over
too.
Tom: Well I just wanted to say I thank you all for coming to the sperm bank. Do you
have a question there?
Mark(says it really fast and in with a Mexican accent): Shit, Scott
that ocky? mofo messing with my old lady got to be running cold upside down his head, you know what
I'm sayin' man?
Hey holmes, I can dig it. That brother ain't a picking up on you(?).
I see
A. Scott. So did I say what I want to say(?)
Pretty Jay I did the same old same old.
Hey
knock yourself a post slit the grey matter of fact.
While the mofo was down I take TCB and man.
Hey, you know what they say you see the broad that gets that booty backin' you lay her down and
SLACK EM' JACK EM'.
Cold got you B, you know man |
