You think I'm jealous of your band now that's just rich
You're not even in that band you genetic glitch
You're a follower, a swallower, you couldn't be more hollower
Your ghost has no spirit, truth sucks when you hear it
Loophet poophet skoopity doo
Maybe you're jealous no one listens to you
Your bloopin loops are a stinkier noise
STOP KISSING THE BOYS

Nerdy fried anna don't like banannas kanook don't like cherry pie
The fake hippy wears a smelly bandanna and loves to go clown on guys
In the porta potty at a parking lot in 1979
Greasy grubby fisted nubbies shoved up way behind
Lookin for a miracle with an upturned stinkin digit
Trailin behind on a slick of slime are his faithful midgets
Bad hippy and his fairy gangsters rollin' up and chewing spankters
Why don't you just leave me alone and stop screaming at the telephone