White Bread

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