Call Me Jennifer And Steal My Stapler

[Verse 1]

In the vestibule

Near the stained-glass window of Jesus trying to eat a Ford Pinto

There's a carrot, and a penis, and an eyebrow mangler

Choose wisely, bite the spoon-hive

Lick the mattress, laminate your relatives

Try to find a way to fit the word "speculum" into your obituary

[Pre-Chorus]

I am the salmon master

I am the crouton blaster

I'm only normal in that my ass has a hole

Chalk it up to Mommy's shetlin pony casserole

You am a scrotum scraper

You am a walrus raper

Keep your mucus in a furnace, blow your nose and try to burn us

And you can't escape my thermos

[Chorus]

But you gotta call me Jennifer and you can steal my stapler

Paint the leaves but it won't make your elm tree any mapler

Arm your credenza but you still can't fight the urge

To pee in your Mountain Dew and call it homemade surge

Do you really think that it will bring you great success

To leave me emasculated and staplerless

Though you dare to call me Jennifer

And you dare to steal my stapler

Someday you'll find an octagonal llama in your beard (In your beard)

[Verse 2]

Where's your vegetables?

Are they buried in phlegm at the bottom of a yak aquarium?

Are they tasty? Are they boneless? Are they masturbating? (Blaaah!)

Moon Gandhi, Paint your kittens

Figure out which condiment you can most easily impersonate

Is it mustard? Yes it's mustard! It is so, you lying bastard!

[Pre-Chorus]

I am the warthog waxer

I am the corn relaxer

Blowing my nose on a Whitesnake bandana

Reading all your anti-string propaganda

You am a lemur poopy

You am an Urkel groupie

When you walk along and stumble, kick the chickens as they mumble

Put a bookmark in your bunghole

[Chorus]

Then ya gotta call me Jennifer, and try to steal my stapler

Go to Naples, and try like hell to make it Napler

Swivel like a narcoleptic ice cream scoop

Write an essay comparing the civil war to pine cone soup

You can tour the brand-new lobster factory

Come in the front, and leave through the backtory

If you're born and raised in Syracuse

By a pack of Nazi caribous

Then I'm sure, that you can relate to all I say (All I say)

[Bridge]

You might say, "Why not start a cult that worships Popeye?"

How about cuz Popeye sucks?

Build yourself a condo in the wilderness that's made out of live ducks!

Why can't strudel bitch and pout?

Why won't bicycles put out?

What's this stupid song about?

[Chorus]

And why the hell do you call me Jennifer, and try to steal my stapler?

If you do weird things with grapes, than can you be called a grapler?

Does your mother still collect electric cheese?

Do you use prosthetic chipmunk limbs to sodomize Rick Dees?

When you're barnlike, do rabid toasters lick your hair?

Do Egyptians all wear Wonder Woman underwear?

Do you have a tampon in your skull?

Can I use you as a urinal?

Do you fill your shoes with sticks and lard?

Do the Care Bears make your nipples hard?

Do you pray to yeast and Michael Dorn?

Do you wish there was Sock Monkey porn?

Do you weep whenever you see a homeless pear?

I don't care!