Hey, Bigalow, why you gotta be so doggone slow?Don't you know it'll follow you wherever you go?Hey, Manalow, you can sing every song you wroteBut it's so meant to ain't about a girl I knowDon't ask, don't ask, don't askDon't tell, don't tell, don't tellDon't ask, don't ask, don't askDon't tell, don't tell, don't tellHey, Manal Head, with your ear to the grateful deadHow did you get that long blonde hair to dread?Just say no to the ***, two, three, and fourI'm mad as hell, it ain't gonna take no moreSo high, so high, so high, so what?Hey, Nick D, gimme that Nick DLTTastes pretty good, but you're sure gonna miss them treesHey, ***, supermarket to the worldBig field, big yield, so many seeds that are all staringBig field, big field, big yieldHey, Pope John, now we're up to six billionNow, can we put those latex products on?I don't like doing it missionary styleNo club, no love, now everybody let's get wildSmall world, small world, small worldBig deal, big deal, big dealNo love, no love, no loveSmall world, small world, small worldBig deal, big deal, big dealSmall world, small world, small worldBig deal, big deal, big dealSmall world, small world, small world