King Kong is a mealy little monkey
Baby Spice is a ringer and a donkey
Me oh my I’m the defender of the Slinky
And I could lift you high with my left hand pinky
Lovey Howell likes to pretense Casablanca
Ravi Shankar likes to Ravi Shankar
Me oh my I’m so much smarter that The Thinker
I could love you better than a Henry Winkler
I sleep better in consequence
When I forget about with circumspence
I feel like you must about a body
If it should become a decapatatee
When you look around, what do you see?
If I were God I’d retire Matchbox 20
Then I’d go out and look for plenty
Me oh my then I’d call you on the telly
And tell you how I miss you so down deep inside my belly
But I ain’t God, I’m just the guy with the slinky
That could lift you high with his left hand pinky
I sleep better in consequence
When I forget about with circumspence
I feel like you must about a body
If it should become a decapatatee
When you look around, what do you see?
