[Intro: Submarine Man]
Yung Schmoobin, ooh, ooh
DJ Foot Smeet these Socks up!

[Verse 1: Submarine Man]
I woke up Old Man Dad, oh smeet I'm the man
I’m so stinky, I can smell
There’s an afro on my head
I just dmed Doodle
I told him I’m his biggest fan, yeah
Got all these feet on my legs
Holy smeet, I got a kid
Ohh, I can smell so well
Wonder if I can say the S-word
Wait, can I really say the S-word?
You are a stocking, You are a stocking
You evil stocking, so evil, stocking
You little bad stocking, man, smeet y’all stockings
'Cause I’m that footi, footi, footi, footi
I’m that footi

[Chorus: Submarine Man]
I woke up in Sub Man’s body
Somehow this smeet turned into Footi Friday
But we got no choice but to kill all the stockings
I can’t believe that it's Footi Friday
Yeah, it’s Footi Friday
I’m in Sub Man's body
I smell his feet and they smell really stinky

[Verse 2: Yung Schmoobin]
Ring ring, what the hell
Yeah, I woke up Yung Schmoobin
Man, This real weak, man
Why his feet sit nice inside his sock s like that
Walking down the street and everybody want the clout
Pockets full of YouTube Money, That's a lot I'm proud
Everybody judging cause I'm rich, and I got a side bitch, Ima go and take these god dang socks off
Ayy, I'm at home so I can finally burn my socks
Why his socks in his house
They should all burn
Wait, if I'm in Schmoobin body, Submarine Man is who?
Home my sons in school
Heck if I was Yung Schmoobin where would I be?
What would I do?

[Chorus: Submarine Man]
I woke up in Sub Man’s body
Somehow this smeet turned into Footi Friday
But we got no choice but to kill all the stockings
I can’t believe that it's Footi Friday
Yeah, it’s Footi Friday
I’m in Sub Man's body
I look at my big foot with delight, it’s my dream foot

[Verse 3: Yung Schmoobin & Submarine Man]
If I was Yung Schmoobin in my body, where would I be?
I’m tryna to find myself like a very big foot
I’m smelling my big foot, oh smeet it is so smelly
Snap a flick of my feet
My feet are trending on Twitter! Good
Now I’m at the SmellCheck, I smelled my foot to get in
I look up in the VIP, oh smeet there I am
I signal to him to let me smell but he won’t let me in
I don’t know who that is
Wait, who the smeet he think he is?
Took my green glasses, throw them on the smeller’s head
Walked up to that mothersmeeter
Wait, think it through for a sec
If you killing me then you only killing yourself
But wait, I am perfect
That was the smeet, now we're switching back

[Chorus: Submarine Man]
I woke up in Sub Man’s body
Somehow this smeet turned into Footi Friday
But we got no choice but to kill all the stockings
I can’t believe that it's Footi Friday