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 wrote
But it's so meant to ain't about a girl I know
Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask
Don't tell, don't tell, don't tell
Don't ask, don't ask, don't ask
Don't tell, don't tell, don't tell
Hey, Manal Head, with your ear to the grateful dead
How did you get that long blonde hair to dread?
Just say no to the ***, two, three, and four
I'm mad as hell, it ain't gonna take no more
So high, so high, so high, so what?
Hey, Nick D, gimme that Nick DLT
Tastes pretty good, but you're sure gonna miss them trees
Hey, ***, supermarket to the world
Big field, big yield, so many seeds that are all staring
Big field, big field, big yield
Hey, Pope John, now we're up to six billion
Now, can we put those latex products on?
I don't like doing it missionary style
No club, no love, now everybody let's get wild
Small world, small world, small world
Big deal, big deal, big deal
No love, no love, no love
Small world, small world, small world
Big deal, big deal, big deal
Small world, small world, small world
Big deal, big deal, big deal
Small world, small world, small world