One, two, three, four.      I know mother nature   Has a sense of humor.   I can tell   When I look at you.      She put it in your walk.   She put it in your talk.   And that freaky lookin' hand jive   That you do.      You ain't got nothin' cookin', man.   Cause you ain't good lookin', man.   You better keep on truckin', man.   Cause you keep on suckin', man.      Candy ass   You're a candy ass   You're a candy ass      You run around alot.   Tryin' to show what you got.   It ain't much   It's plain to see.      It's alot of lies   And it's full of flies.   Like the stuff   You tried to sell to me.      You can quit your yuppin', man.   Cause ain't nothin' gonna happen, man.   You better keep on truckin', man.   Cause you keep on suckin', man.      You're a candy ass   You're a candy ass   You're a candy ass