Mr. Lunt: Baby I know your eyes see right through my disguise

Boyz: (Larry, Jimmy, Junior): And no one can deny

Mr. Lunt: Baby that I’m the one whose love is no surprise

Boyz: And he can’t tell you no lie

Mr. Lunt: But there’s a secret I’ve been hidin’ I can’t keep it no more

Boyz: There’s this thing about himself he’s never told you before

Lunt: Baby!

Chorus:

Boyz: He needs to tell you something

Mr. Lunt: I don’t got a bellybutton

Oh I need to tell you something

Boyz: Have you figure it out

He don’t got a bellybutton

Boyz: Bellybutton no, oh no no

Mr. Lunt: Baby please don’t squeal, just tell me how you feel

Boyz: ‘Cause his love is for real

Mr. Lunt: And if you went away, my heart would never heal

Boyz: So to you he appeals

Mr. Lunt: There’s something missing in my middle and it’s hard to ignore

Boyz: There’s this thing about himself he’s never told you before

Lunt: Baby!

Chorus

Khalil: Bellybutton!

Boyz: Uh, uh

Khalil: Bellybutton!

Boyz: Uh, uh

Khalil: You say your bellybutton’s missing, there’s no reason for alarm

It’s a common thing for gourds, it won’t do you any harm

You’re technically a fruit and with that much being said;

Your umbilical equivocal is up there on your head!

You could opt for a prosthetic but of course you’d have to know

It’d be covered by your shirt, but not your HMO

Khalil: Bellybutton!

Boyz: Uh, uh

Khalil: Bellybutton

Boyz: Uh, uh

Mr. Lunt: a stylish something absent from my midriff’s décor

Boyz: There’s this thing about himself he’s never told you before

Lunt: Baby!

Boyz: He need to tell you something

Mr. Lunt: I don’t got a belly button

Oh I need to tell you something

Boyz: Have you figure it out

He don’t got a belly button

Boyz: Belly button no, oh no no

Lunt and Boyz: No belly button!