Oh yeah, I know all about the FCC    They will clean up all your talking in a manner such as this  They will make you take a tinkle when you want to take a piss  And they'll make you call felatio a trouser friendly kiss    Is the plain situation  There's no negotiation  with the fellows at the freakin FCC    They're as stuffy as the stuffiest of speical interest groups  Make a joke about your bowels and they order in the troops  Any baby with a brain could tell them everybody poops    Take a tip take a lesson  you'll never win by messin'  with the fellows at the freakin FCC    And if you find yourself with some young sexy thing  you're gonna have to do her with your ding-a-ling  Cause you can't say penis    SO they sent this little warning they're prepared to do their worst  And they stuck it in your mailbox hoping you can be coerced  I can think of quite another place they should have stuck it first    They may just be nerotic  Or possibly psychotic  they're the fellows at the freakin' FCC!    these lyrics are submitted by M.A.M