Es-so, es-so Pudding pie and Es-so, es-so Do or die and Es-so, es-so A baby's cry I gotta do right if my body's tight, right?
Es-so, es-so A piece of bacon Walk a mile round the lake and Crunches, still on they climb up high I gotta do right if my body's tight, right?
Sometimes I've got the jungle under my skin Drive up the rhythms, stick a fucking fork in Bathe it all in a wave of disgust 'I can't believe I ate the whole thing'
Es-so, es-so Me and you Love each other through and through It is true, Daddy It is true, Daddy I'm running over my body with my own car
