By the hairs of my chinny chin chin

Gots many plus plenty

String by string I think I counts like twenty

If you loan me your ear, I'll return it with interest

If not I'll simply twist your wrist

So listen up closely

With thoughts to recoup me

'Cause I hope to gross like ten cent per groupie

Now only if I had two Gs per strand

Ask my anchor banker, he understands

I used to wrap my hand around a cold gold can

Someone once said health is wealth

So check self, I gots a perfect checkup

'Cept for a  hiccup, roll with no stickup

How can I keep the goya nectars on my shelf?

Oh, boya, how I searched for an employer

But before Zeale Huckleberry film was in Tom Sawyer

Now use your imagination, just a smidgen

If I was a bird I'd be a pigeon

Succumb one to crumbs and pizza crust

When every fella can eat fresh fish and live fat like a pelican

Then again that's only if you're capable for freckles or blue eyes

I'll settle for Heckle and Jeckle

While I chuckle at my man with the cellular phone

The only phone I own's a funky xylophone's tone

Ain't no joint in annoying high pitched ringing

We do the tap twist and twitch bringin'

Through soul and this cordless thingamajig

Sure as Sub-Roc's clippers etch a clue to your wig

We'll do the gig so make you mind thumb twitters

The pipe, the bowl or us fiddlers

Don't riddle us

I'll even ride a bus till the coast is clear

For okay pay, I'll say I'm finda sub my bin

Now all this runnin' 'round is kicking me right in the rear

And still I'm judged by the hairs on my chinny chin chin

And I'm able to hit a skin

Just like my man Puba Maxwell

By the hairs of my chinny chin chin, six black hairs

String by string I think I counts five pairs

That's a little but still, can I get a thumbs up?

At least for the peachfuzz that sums up

A tidbit yeah that's it but who gives a sugar

Honey iced tea besides me?

For if I ever riff yet and still babies tip their windmills

I take time just to kill

I say cute is for a bear, teddy bear like Teddy Ruxpin

Would I be handsome if I pimped in a tux then

Smoked a cigar with some black shiny shoes then

Picked up some friends in my Benz

Then start cruising, huh, that's a dream

That I ain't even living in

If that makes a man, surely I'll recommend

I'll stay a toy boy eating Butterfingers

With Knowledge of Self and comic books on my shelf

I wanna grow up, 'cause maybe if I did, then

I wouldn't be treated like a Toys R Us kid when

They counts ten upon my chin

By the hairs of my peachfuzz

Let's say each was an inch

Psych, because I can't pull or pinch

It's a wrench, and I thought life would be a cinch

But anyway, anyhow, let's talk about some way, somehow

That I can make my peachfuzz grow out

Really do I need a beard that grows with no pause

Just to be respected and resemble Santa Claus?

Hear this clear, I'm a man I tell you

No dreams or drugs like the slugs will I ever sell you

A man I am in the body of a youth

So don't play me like I'm Born Universe Truth Truth

So when I knock at your hearts let me in

And judge me not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin

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