Piggly Wiggly Lyrics - Retard-o-bot

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 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 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 you 

Fucking motherfuckers