Stinkers sever pacing, morons lurk
A random jest's unread
As we wallow in a trance
We dream of farted rages
And we're dressed in bloodshot, bleak attire
Fightin' fright'ning stares and rants

MacBarfer's lark is pelting pins at marks
All the sneaks heap lice that's glowing brown
Someone left a lake trout in the drain
My home stinks much like a snake pit
Cuz the cook's too gone to rake it
And my better half has vexed a peevish hen
Oh, no!

I eat all the yellow, rotten mess
Bloating, diced and glazed
And I down a mound of peas
The curd-like, rendered gravy is sure bland
And a moldin' plate of peppers hides the cheese

MacBarfer's lark is belching dim remarks
All the freaked peeps griping, growing frowns
Someone left a great doubt in the brain
Sly foes slink, and I get snakebit
Cuz my foot's so bogged in ape spit
And my effort's zapped, as wretched dweebs offend
Oh, no!

There could be no better song to ream
And I will zing it
There could be no better theme to cream
Some punks will ding it
I will ink some lines, vile bits of scorn
And clever, edgy, catchy, cooking vats of fun
And capture all the sludge of this tripe
After all the judgments I type
You'll still feed me ones

I will wake at night, my muse at hand, and I'll confuse it
I will spin the word list of this prize, and I'll abuse it
I will have a fling at wily ire
Let my trashin' show my bitter, brutish side
And fracture all the clumps with my write
After all my slumps and my fright
I'll be stinking of poo
That sunders my pride

MacBarfer's lark is yelping, yips and barks
All the bleeps need splicing, toning down
Someone let the flakes shout unrestrained
I'll go drink till I'm not shakin'
Cuz the kooks prolong the achin'
And my clever draft's been wrecked and reamed again
Oh, no!
Oh, no
No, no
Oh NO!!