Why does everybody get bent out of shape When we’re walking in the park and my dick’s hanging out? You don’t feel the way they do, That’s what I like about you Why do all the waiters in the diner have fits When I’m licking up my grits from between your tits? You pour maple syrup on them too, That’s what I like about you We don’t give a flying fuck About their inhibitions, They only wish they had the luck To get to try all the fun new sexy positions Why do all the people on the plane complain While we’re sittin' in first class and I’m eatin' your ass? We don’t get upset or make a fuss, Let them go and ride on the bus, Plus, That’s what we like about us