Early morning, he wakes up
Smoke, smoke, smoke from his bowl
He wears no makeup, perfect smile
It's him the fans all adore
They go..
"Isn't he psycho, this tall Stretchy boy.."
And they say...

His hair's skunky, he's so fine
And he blocks, blocks, blocks when he comes online, thinking
Two personalities are running in his mind
He's like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Lost his old image, Baby Stretch
It was too hard keeping those spikes up
And the world is spinning, and he keeps on singing
But tell me what happens when he stops?
They go...
"Isn't he Skunky? He sang "Beautiful Girl..."
And they say..

His hair's skunky, he's a tard
And the ass, ass, ass is his fave body part, thinking
If there's nothing wrong inside his mind
Then why does he beat Ricky every night?

Isn't he scary, this tall Stretchy boy?
His hair is Skunky, but he looks all right
If there is nothing
Messed up in his life
Why does Dr. Jacko come out at niiiiiight?

And they saaaaaaayyyy...

His hair's skunky, but he's hot
And his truck, truck, truck is his favorite spot
He's too pshycho, he'll never get a wife
So he'll just spoon with Mortimer all night..