Retard-o-bot piggly wiggly lyrics

Gotta go slow

Gotta go slow



Pig without wings

Is just another pig

And a prick that's not hard

Is just another dick



Open real wide and in goes my fist

Wasn't that just so delicious

Peddling backwards, great exercise

Monopoly's a way of life for some



That perfect car, the house, the pool

That fucking girl from high school

The spoon, the spoon

Oh, fucking christ, the spoon



Cutting lines

Oh god, it's finally time to party

Dirty (x8)



Delivery, I'm fucking starving

Sounds good, let's get it going

Bury me up bread and a rocket

Expect no delays



Topsy turvy

Driving on the curvy

To the sounds of



Mail boxes knocking over

Help my aim, oh please

In a search, maybe

Don't tell anyone where I be



My sticky situations

Hiding, I'm flying

I keep them

From all you



Fucking motherfuckers

Fucking motherfucker



A pig without wings

Is just another pig

And a prick that's not hard

Is just another dick



Nickles and dimes and pennies count

That's like sixteen cents to go toward a blow job

Know you've all been there before,

Fell face first, god makes you fall from grace



Sick, up late, don't call me names

What's all this shit on my face

The spoon, the spoon

Oh, fucking christ, the spoon



Cutting lines

Oh god, it's finally time to party

Dirty (x8)



Delivery, I'm fucking starving

Sounds good, let's get it going

Bury me up bread and a rocket

Expect no delays



Topsy turvy

Driving on the curvy

To the sounds of



Mail boxes knocking over

Help my aim, oh please

In a search, maybe

Don't tell anyone where I be



My sticky situations

Hiding, I'm flying

I keep them

From all you



Fucking motherfuckers

Fucking motherfucker



A pig without wings

Is just another pig

And a prick that's not hard

Is just another dick



Smiling kids make me think

Do I have the right

To swing from the monkey bars



Candy hearts and lucky charms

Where the fuck is my delivery

At the playground going for a swim in my cereal

The spoon, the spoon

Oh, fucking christ, the spoon



Cutting lines

Oh god, it's finally time to party

Dirty (x8)



Delivery, I'm fucking starving

Sounds good, let's get it going

Bury me up bread and a rocket

Expect no delays



Topsy turvy

Driving on the curvy

To the sounds of



Mail boxes knocking over

Help my aim, oh please

In a search, maybe

Don't tell anyone where I be



My sticky situations

Hiding, I'm flying

I keep them

From all you



Fucking motherfuckers