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 a lot 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