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I'd like to find the guy |
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Who done me wrong |
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And stuck my faget arse up |
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On this Christmas tree. |
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Who put the stump |
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In my rump-ba-bump-ba-bump? |
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Who took and jammed it |
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In my ram-a-lam-a-ding dong? |
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Who stood the wood |
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Where I poop-she-poop-she-poop? |
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Who put the stick |
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Up my hipty-dipty-dip? |
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Who was that man? |
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He shoved it up my can |
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And left me stranded on this Christmas tree. (Yeah ...) |
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When this angel heard |
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Chop-ba-ba-bop, di-chop-ba-ba-bop, |
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A dreadful fear went right into my heart. |
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Those pine tree needles sting me, |
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Ram-a-jam-a-ram-a-jammin' in my ding dong. |
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You'll never know how much that smarts. (Hooah ...) |
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So who put the stump |
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In my rump-ba-bump-ba-bump? |
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Who took and jammed it |
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In my ram-a-lam-a-ding dong? |
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Who stood the wood |
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Where I poop-she-poop-she-poop? |
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Who put the stick |
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Up my hipty-dipty-dip? |
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Who took that bush |
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And crammed it in my tush? |
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He made this angel beg for mercy, please. (Yow ...) |
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Each night when I'm alone, |
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Scratchity scratchity scratchity scratchity |
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Scratchity scratchity shoop ... |
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It sets my tiny bottom all aglow. |
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And every time I wiggle, |
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Slipty-din-de-din, slipty-din-de-din, |
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A little further in it goes. (Ohhh/Yeah ...) |
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(Rump-ba-bump-ba-bump |
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Ram-a-lam-a ding dong |
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Slipty-din-de-din |
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Poopity poopity shoop ...) |
