Ripping off your friends, stuffing your fat face
I‘m kinda bummed out I‘m part of your race
Someday you will learn that it‘s cool to start
Just look at me and B-Face and try not to barf
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
You‘re a bunch of rockstars, you‘re a bunch of lard
And I hate to tell you, y our bass player‘s a retard
So shut your stupid fat moth and hang up those guitars
Quit beating off every night and smoking those cigars
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Too many twinkies
Shut your fucking mouth.