my balls they itch, and i'm too fat to scratch

aw man, ain't life a bitch, with a fat moustache

tickles my scrotum, but it won't make me cum

no, it won't make me spray, but it won't go away

i can't change my underwear, dunno what i'd find down there

maybe dickcheese, maybe poo, and if it's cheese, it's blue

i would like to feel my dong, but my arms are not that long

and my foreskin is too snug for that wiener-finger hug

you should be on fat

you should be on fat

they keep telling me

you should be on fat

my balls they itch, and i'm too fat to scratch

could be the crabs that hatch down in my pubic thatch

no, i know it's no creep, cause it would have to sleep

and it's jock around the clock and it's spreading to my....

i don't wanna see the doc cause it's too embarassing

i would have to spill the beans and tell him everything

on a search for navel lint under all thatfat

i'd lift, i'd clench, i'd squint, and pulled out a wooly hat

i should be on fat