Lyrics:
Hey man, why is that other gooze are always coming up to Kelly and jabbing their elbows into her breasts and making her tits squeeze out like thhhhiiiiissssss?
Don't be askin' me, man, I don't know, don't be askin' me, I don't know what's it for, I don't know? But I want some!
Two lumps of sugar, ripe canteloupes
Two bowls of jelly, two baldheaded popes
Two lumps of sugar, two pillows of down
Two loaves of candy, the best one's around!
Wiggle and jiggle and giggle and ooze
Simple mind with dimples, no-pimple gooze!
She twists and turns her agile body of jelly . . .
Who can she be? Fuckin' A! That's Kelly!
I can't go on, man, the rest is too agonizing to put into a techno-punk song
But I have to for the safety of my refried yams!
I can't get none of her gooze, what can I do?
I ate the moldy pudding, and then I knew!
I took a camera to school to get a photograph
But when I missed the friggin' shot, everybody just laughed
I just wanted her . . .
Two lumps of sugar, two ripe canteloupes
Two cheeks of Charmin, I just want to grope (her)
Two lumps of sugar, two ripe canteloupes
Two bowls of jelly, two bald-headed popes
Two lumps of sugar, two velvet lobes
Two perfect spheres, two gelatin globes
Two lumps of sugar, two ripe canteloupes
Two bowls of jelly, two bald-headed popes
I want the bitch!
Aw-huh, oh yeah!
Aw-huh, oh yeah!
Aw-huh, oh yeah!
Aw-huh, oh yeah!
| Notes:
Inspired by classic high school cheerleader, Kelly Hartline. So rude of us . . . |