White bread, tow head
Million dollar dimples
Young sprout, coming out
Gotta hide the pimples
He's cut, inbred, in his Cosby sweater
Pig's eyes, held high, he can't do no better
I was paralyzed when I bit the apple
But I just changed my mind
Here's a little sample

It's the end of the line
We're the last of our kind

Pinpricks, glass dicks, gotta find a party
But it's too much fun so you get none
Can't even get you started
A golden splash on snow white ass
Now that's what I call freedom
That high-class jizz ain't got no fizz, so baby
Do we really need him?
No! Line up against the wall
I'll show ya something evil
I'm gonna do you all
In my satin speedo

It's the end of the line
We're the last of our kind
Oh yeah!
[Vocalizing]

It's the end of the line
We're the last of our kind

Bring it on!
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah