Ooh ooh my my sexy thighs
They’re really beat up you realize
Hey hey ow ow can’t you see?
They’re really falling apart on meOoh ooh ah ah sexy thighs
My shins are broken again tonight
Hey hey ow ow can’t you see?
I just sandpapered off my kneeHey hey ouch ouch calves are torn
They’re in the worse shape since I was born
Oof oof yikes yikes what do I do?
My poor legs just won’t last for youSexy thighs
– Not Whigfield
I had a bad day
Or rather a week
I meant a whole month,
I forgot how to speakOr just a whole life,
The whole thing’s a mess
I really messed up
I have to confessI had a bad day
I wish [it was only a day]
– Not Daniel Powter
Let’s talk about sets, baby
Let’s talk about OCD
Let’s talk about hoarding and collecting
Everything you see
Let’s about sets,
Let’s about sets
– Not Salt-N-Pepa
A long, long time ago I can still remember how
I got myself a copy of MIT’s lockpicking guide
I downloaded and printed it
I tried to do some of that shit
I finally picked a lock and then I diedAnd now they’re singing
Bye bye mister lock-picking guy
Picked the wrong lock in the wrong place
Which caused you to die
A cartel stash-house is the worst place
To test your skills while you are alive
Cause that’ll be the day that you die
That’ll be the day that you die
– Not Don McLean
Fuck you, and you and youooooo
I hate your kids and I hate you too
I’m through, I’m through, I’m throughooooo
Trailer-trash and noisy-brats
I want you out I’ll get my gat
– Not blackbear
I’m too sexy for this moss
Too sexy for this moss
Moss is so greenI’m too sexy for this leaf
Too sexy for this leaf
So sexy, it’s gonna leaveAnd I’m too sexy for this sand
Too sexy for this sand,
New York and JapanI am a froggy, you know what I mean
And I do my little hop up on this dead log
Yeah, on this dead log, on this dead log, yeah
I do my little hop up on this dead logI’m too sexy for these flies
Too sexy for these flies
Too sexy not gonna lieI’m too sexy for the rain
Too sexy for the rain
Did I blow your brain?I’m too sexy for the trees
Too sexy for the trees
Too sexy for the birds and the beesI am a froggy, you know what I mean
And I do my little hop up on this dead log
Yeah, on this dead log, on this dead log, yeah
I shake my little tush up on this dead logI’m too sexy for the net
Too sexy for the net
Social-media is now in debtI’m too sexy for this song
– Not Right Said Fred
Our father who farts in heaven,
Hollow and so lame;
My lingam cum,
Thy orgy done,
My girth in inches is seven.You are so gay, so give me head,
And forgive us our chapped asses,
As we forgive those whose asses chafe against us.And leave our crotches unshaven,
But deliver us some deisel,
For mine is a ricer,
With horsepower coal-rolling,Forever and ever.
Aw, man.
– God
Wipe it hard from the back, to the front
Front to the back
Klubbheads in the can causin’ a yeast attack
– Not Klubbheads