Wish I weren't lucid
Cause then your package
Won't be burned into my poor mind
Think of the children
A scarred generation (scarred generation)
Don't think they want to see your hind
Budgie smugglers is a quaint, colloquial phrase, mate
For what you're bringing near, I wish you would refrain

We don't need to see your speedo
You don't need to show your ego
All we want are eyes that won't leak or explode

Please put on something
Don't like that tight thong
Please, borrow my bathers, I'm fine to share
Mmm-mmm, because you're dashing
My hopes that something (something)
From this day will stay in my brain there
Aside from your floppy-ass bulge that's on display, mate
May be proud, but I fear that your delusion stains
Your perception, mate

We don't need to see your speedo
No, don't need to know if it grows
All we'd really like is one intact brain lobe

I don't care if you hate tan lines
And you're not scared of sharks
Even if you like the breeze, fine
This might sound real harsh
But you need a punching
Douche, douche, douche, douche, douche, douche, douche

We don't need to see your speedo (speedo, speedo)
Shouldn't need this said once more, no
This should be enough to stop and go home
Begging you, don't stay
We don't need to see your speedo (we don't need to see your speedo)
We think you should go right on home
It's much worse than mine, at least I think so