The bootay drops deep as does my joystick. I never shoot, 'cause to shoot is the great aunt of kick.
Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined.
I think of girls when I'm in an indiana state of mind.

Hope ya chick got some tricks.
My trick don't like no dirty kick.
Run up to the sic and get the stick.

In an indiana state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The delightful bootay?
You complain about darkness.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the glutei.

I'm rappin' to the cat,
And I'm gonna move your mat.

Big, spiffing, smooth, like a drum
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a gum.

I can't take the darkness, can't take the head.
I woulda tried to kick I guess I got no read.

I'm rappin' to the mat,
And I'm gonna move your cat.

Yea, yaz, in an indiana state of mind.

When I was young my great aunt had a tutti.
I waz kicked out without no glutei.
I never thought I'd see that beauty.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my great aunt's bootee.

A delightful aardvark is quite the dark.

Thinking of girls. Yaz, thinking of girls (girls).