[ Featuring
The Lonely Island ]
Got Oakleys on my face to keep the sun from coming in
I'm swinging at the ball and that's a double homonym
Ain't no one that can touch me, I got trouble cuddlin'
In the forty-forty club and I ain't s-s-stutterin'
The name's José, they call me Yoplait
I'm a low fat treat that the ladies wanna lay
And in a melee, bring style to the brawl
'Cause I'll punch you in a poncho and I'll shake you in a shawl
Hit the ball so f*ckin' hard you can hear the cow it came from scream
Plus my mane got the sheen
I mean its mean to disrupt the mean, but I meant to
This ain't Bill Buckner's legs, you don't know what I went through
And I got news to present you
My collect calls to your mama got sent through
In her crib so much, I should pay rent, too
"Devil down below" when they ask me, "Who sent you?"
The house of pancakes is my favorite place
I love the booth seating and I love-a the taste
My Andros are part of a nutritious breakfast
My necks so big that it broke-a my necklace
Slipped on the puka shells on the floor
Had to go re-up at the puka shell store
"Hey, Mark, welcome back to your favorite shop"
Yo, shut the f*ck up and put the pukas in the box
"Okay, Big Mac, there's no need to be rude"
I'm sorry Bob, it's the steroids, they f*ck with my mood
Now put the pukas in the bag before I blow my top
'Cause me and Jose 'bout to smash back to IHOP
