There's a punk I know who goes to shows Covered in filth from his dreads to his toes There's a quality that follows him wherever he goes How one could smell so fucking bad nobody knows Society's against his bodily smell But he thinks society can go to hell Even at shows he makes people upset Just by standing around and emitting his scent His life isn't easy, things are getting worse He just has to live with his foul-stench curse But like a fine wine that improves with age His sinister odor escapes from its cage It's now gotten so powerful, so sour and strong Its effects are incredible, toxic and long Inebriating those who can smell his smell With a fantastic high that feels so swell Suddenly he's popular, with girls and men Even got offered a job that pays almost ten The life of the party, and everyone's friend Society's grudge against him has come to an end He's now got some money, and freshly painted walls All thanks to the fact he never washed his balls So the moral of the story is don't ever showerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
