| I’d like to find the guy
|
| Who done me wrong
|
| And stuck my faget arse up
|
| On this Christmas tree
|
| Who put the stump
|
| In my rump-ba-bump-ba-bump?
|
| Who took and jammed it
|
| In my ram-a-lam-a-ding dong?
|
| Who stood the wood
|
| Where I poop-she-poop-she-poop?
|
| Who put the stick
|
| Up my hipty-dipty-dip?
|
| Who was that man?
|
| He shoved it up my can
|
| And left me stranded on this Christmas tree. |
| (Yeah …)
|
| When this angel heard
|
| Chop-ba-ba-bop, di-chop-ba-ba-bop
|
| A dreadful fear went right into my heart
|
| Those pine tree needles sting me
|
| Ram-a-jam-a-ram-a-jammin' in my ding dong
|
| You’ll never know how much that smarts. |
| (Hooah …)
|
| So who put the stump
|
| In my rump-ba-bump-ba-bump?
|
| Who took and jammed it
|
| In my ram-a-lam-a-ding dong?
|
| Who stood the wood
|
| Where I poop-she-poop-she-poop?
|
| Who put the stick
|
| Up my hipty-dipty-dip?
|
| Who took that bush
|
| And crammed it in my tush?
|
| He made this angel beg for mercy, please. |
| (Yow …)
|
| Each night when I’m alone
|
| Scratchity scratchity scratchity scratchity
|
| Scratchity scratchity shoop …
|
| It sets my tiny bottom all aglow
|
| And every time I wiggle
|
| Slipty-din-de-din, slipty-din-de-din
|
| A little further in it goes. |
| (Ohhh/Yeah …)
|
| (Rump-ba-bump-ba-bump
|
| Ram-a-lam-a ding dong
|
| Slipty-din-de-din
|
| Poopity poopity shoop …) |