Lyrics:

Butter, butter
Butter and babies
Butter, butter
Butter and babies
Butter, butter
Butter, butter
Butter and babies
Butter, butter
Butter and babies
Butter, butter
Butter and babies
This shack's distinct aroma
Well, I'd come over
But it's very hard to hump
In front of your children
They're horrific
Your husband should know your hex
Your sex complex
That cursed the fruits of our passion
It's not natural
Your husband should know your hex
Your sex complex
That cursed the fruits of our passion
It's not natural

Sugar, I'd come over but your coffee tastes like the clap
(These children with beaks, with melted beaks)
Sugar, I'd come over but your coffee tastes like the clap
(These children with beaks, with melted beaks)
Yeah, sugar
Yeah, sugar
Sugar, I'd come over but your coffee tastes like the clap
(These children with beaks, with melted beaks)
Sugar, I'd come over but your coffee tastes like the clap