I went and fished with my fly
I'ze tryin' to get a stain off
He was punishin' the Bishop
And zeroed in on my pride
The subtle comedy amused me
But I'm afraid I had to make the peeper die
You're in my Sockable Face Club
You gotta punchable face, bub
Everything you do makes me feel like you need to get a blackened eye
You gotta a sockable face
Then there was heard a symphony of punchin'
It shattered his glass jaw
Woke up in blood and beer and munchin'
He kind of laid there burblin' and there arose a stench
Like a million baby diapers
Then something caramelized on his pants
You're in my Sockable Face Club
You gotta punchable face, bub
You are a sockable guy who how can I say
What I want to get through to you
Pal, punch you in the eggs and make 'em runny
Your mama's face in my locket
Your friends are diggin' the Ho'
I learned from Larry, Mo, and Curly
But sneaky peeky got me surly
I'm a Semper Fi, the kind of guy
Drama, drama, drama, drama -- your face
Hey, there guys step aside, the cleanin' guy is here
To lay that mop and bucket down
He needs a cigarette 'cause he hates work
And he has to put up with a lot of jerks
You're in my Sockable Face Club
You gotta punchable face, bub
You're a disgrace to the human race
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