I says hey old mother-fixed balding boy  Here's one good goon that we can't blame  Hey they all cry  Here's one for the fruit-bin  Look at him, look at him, look, look, look  La la la  Twas a shrivelled fruit on a wrinkled  Sack sack sack  Thinks my god, did I marry  That that that?  She canned that marriage  Out of sight  When she found a testicle  In the mouth of Mr Right  Look at him, look at him, look, look, look  La la la  I says hey old mother-fixed balding boy  Here's one good goon that we can't blame  Hey they all cry  Here's one for the fruit-bin  Look at him, look at him, look, look, look  La la la  Twas a shrivelled fruit on a wrinkled  Sack sack sack  Thinks my god, did I marry  That that that?  Look at him, look at him, look, look, look  Look at him, look at him  Shake shake shake