I've done it I've secured a pretty little niche
Where my pecker stays hard and my powder stays dry
Every day is Sunday except for when it's Monday
And every day we smack the baby, smack the baby, smack
Look it's a hole he finally found his home
If there's too many ways he'll stick a gun upside his chin
Every single time at a table by the door
We smack the baby, smack the baby
Try and get it done

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