You better give me a wide berth, mother fockers.
Though it may seem to you that my skinny ass
can make it through any ol’ skinny skinny skinny skinny
skinny skinny skinny skinny skinnyskinnyskinnyskinny

Cuz I drive a big, blue, conversion van, mother fockers
with cracked and broken rear-view mirrors that bend inward from the drag
when I get up to speed on the highway making it so’s I can’t see a damn thing
when I’m trying to merge into traffic.
I just cross my fingers, pray to News Chopper 4
that we all make it through alive, slam my skinny foot down on that skinny skinny
skinny skinny skinny skinny skinny skinny skinny skinny
skinny skinny skinny skinny skinnyskinnyskinnyskinny

So when your monkey ass is out there on that highway,
rush hour beating you down like a gang initiation in slow motion,
and you’re jabbering
and you’re fiddling
and you see barreling down behind you
a big, cobalt-blue, Dodge Ram conversion van
with cracked rear-view mirrors, a broken windshield, and my
skinny skinny skinny skinny skinnyskinnyskinnyskinny

A real wide berth, you mothers.