Got Oakleys on my face to keep the sun from coming in I'm swinging at the ball and that's a double homonym Ain't no one that can touch me I got trouble cuddling In the forty-forty club and I ain't s-s-stuttering The name's Jose, they call me Yoplait I'm a low fat treat that the ladies wanna lay And in a melee, bring style to the brawl 'Cause I'll punch you in a poncho And I'll shake you in a shawl Hit the ball so fucking hard You can hear the cow it came from scream Plus my mane got the sheen I mean its mean to disrupt the mean, but I meant to This ain't Bill Buckner's legs You don't know what I went through And I got news to present you My collect calls to your mama got sent through In her crib so much I should pay rent, too Devil down below When they ask me: who sent you? The house of pancakes is my favorite place I love the booth seating and I love-a the taste My Andros are part of a nutritious breakfast My necks so big that it broke-a my necklace Slipped on the puka shells on the floor Had to go re-up at the puka shell store Hey, Mark, welcome back to your favorite shop Yo, shut the fuck up and put the pukas in the box Okay, Big Mac, there's no need to be rude I'm sorry Bob, it's the steroids, they fuck with my mood Now put the pukas in the bag before I blow my top 'Cause me and Jose about to smash back to IHOP