Wee Wee

[Chorus] Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange [Verse 1] Got a dick and it's big as a banana I try to control it, but I guess I can't, it Shoots off like an AK-clip banana You better watch out, Hannah Montana Man, what's the matter, have you no manners? No, you know the girl from Juno's address Yeah, I'ma probably go to jail for that Now I got the cops on my tail for that Run up on your car with a stale banana In your tail pipe, can't believe you fell for that It could've been a molotov cocktail for that Wait a minute, man, what the hell was that? I heard a noise, where you going? What are you, bananas? You can't go back there, stupid ass I just seen a woman in a Freddy Krueger mask Who the fuck are you? Superman? All you have is a little stupid can Of whipped cream, what the hell you gonna do with that? I'ma put it on my wee-wee, ooh, good answer Super bonanza extravaganza Man, go ahead, what you waiting for? You better get them clothes off, baby boy Come on, let's go, we're gonna make a porn Ready, set, go hit play, record [Chorus] Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange [Verse 2] Are you ready? You better hold the camera steady She's probably back there with a damn machete She's probably gonna eat you like canned spaghetti She's probably gonna kill you, still wanna check, see Have a little quick look, go on, sick prick She's probably six foot tall like Bigfoot The hell with that, we probably should run Don't dare look back, we probably, probably Probably there probably was a problem At the post office or somethin' But you probably didn't know that, did ya? Now, what you gonna do when she gets ya? I ain't going with ya, forget ya Quit tryna hold my hand, mista Pretend she's your little sista, little sista, corny little dicta Might as well take the whipped cream witcha And when you see her, make sure you get a picture We could try to make another Blair Witch, uh, movie A bestiality porno with smoothies [Chorus] Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange [Verse 3] It's eerie, but here comes Zack and Miri Beauty and the Beast, his back is hairy But she don't care, they're attractive, very Very sexually active, very No, Zack, don't go back in there It's too late now, she's grabbin' hair He screams, bloody Mary, grabs a mirror But 'stop' just ain't in her vocabulary Get off me, please, get off me, stop Balling back at a coffee shop They go non-stop, she says go He says no, she says oh Back and forth, they scream and shout Yeah, boy, let them demons out It's the kind of nightmare you dream about Uh-oh, now the whipped cream is out I get sick thoughts, sick, sick, thoughts Things you could do with your lipstick gloss Put it on my dick till the tip looks orange Bitch, keep goin', bitch, keep goin' [Chorus] Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange Put it on my wee-wee Banana, strawberry, pineapple, orange [Outro] Banana Banana Banana Banana Banana Banana