Ren Hoek's the host with forty-seven million fart jokes.
Back off man, because we're all out of Powdered Toast.
Scabs who weren't legit, counterfeit, hypocrite,
Like Mr. Horse said, (Mr. Horse: No Sir, I didn't like it!)
George Liquor's dog training was really o'er intense.
Don't need to whiz on the electric fence. (Sven Hoek: Fyord!)
Naughty jokes abound get giggles, rubber nipples!
Don't forget those homo-overtones.
New ep's from Spike TV, the frog's pain never ends.
The Idiot Boy Jimmy's hangin' with the Ripping Friends?
(Stimpy: Ren?) What is it, maaaaan?!?!
Stimpy: Will you read me a bedtime story?
Ren: Read me a bedtime story?! Cripes! What did I just tell you?!
Stimpy: You're the pitcher, I'm the catcher!
Luke Ski: Yo, John K., where are yoooou?
Stimpy: Yo Ren, check out this beat.
Ren: Beat?! I'll show you beat! (*SFX: smack!*) You fat bloated EEdiot! (*SFX: smack!*) You woooorm! (*SFX: smack!*) You filthy swine! (*SFX: smack!*) You sick little monkey! (*SFX: smack!*) You stupid sack! (*SFX: smack!*) You circus midget! (*SFX: smack!*) Mister doggie treeeat! (fade out Ren's beating at the end)