Punk Ass Bitch - Clean Album Version

She wriggles, and she wraggles.
She jiggles, and she jaggles.
You stand and watch her pass by,
your line of vision ass-eye,
you think that cause she smiles,
that you turn all her dials,
but you don't see them later, while in the elevator,
you nag her and you swagger, you think you're gonna shag her,
a man about the town-a, get funky, let's get down-a,
machismo and machasma, it turns into miamsa,
but you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension.
I can't deal with this idiot,
yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass,
yeah!
You open up your mouth-a,
amazed at what comes out-a,
Its just a testimony, that you're full of bologna,
that you're a stupid s--- a--, a meathead, guido, pass-gas,
that you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension.
I can't deal with this idiot,
yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass,
yeah!
I can't deal with this idiot,
yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass,
yeah!
Woah-oh, Woah-oh, woah-oh!
You know you want to spangle,
but you can't seem to angle,
one gives you attitude-a,
your reason to be rude-a,
you think that cause she smiles,
that you turn all her dials,
but you don't see them later, while in the elevator,
you nag her and you swagger, you think you're gonna shag her,
a man about the town-a, get funky, let's get down-a,
machismo and machasma, it turns into miamsa,
you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension.
You open up your mouth-a,
amazed at what comes out-a,
It's just a testimony, that you're full of bologna,
that you're a stupid s--- a--, a meathead, guido, pass gas,
but you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension.
I can't deal with this idiot,
yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass,
yeah!
I can't deal with this idiot,
yeah, I must admit that he's a punk ass,
yeah!
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh!