Lyrics:

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