He was a sexy monkey
He rides every day a pink bicycle
He wasn’t nothing more than a jerk.
He wasn’t handsome just cool.

He was a sexy golden guy
He almost lose his head in a truck
Oh might if I could make him mine
I think that I just have to try.

Oh god I think that I need her
I think that I just have to say
I can’t control my self right now
I guess I’m turning into a gay.

She always finished up all his choruses
And always get so fucking horned
He is the king of bicycle
He always was the one that scores.