You've gotta have futts
Belly down rear-entry fucks
When your bod is sayin'
You want it in
That's when the humpin' oughta start

You gotta get poked
So lick a bit and give a stroke
Then baby, show me your sign of peace
And spread at the crease, oh here we go!

If your butt would like a hero
Get your ass down on the floor
You just love it up the rear-o
Open up that lovely door
There's nothin' to it, but to do it

You gotta have futts
Grindin' good, delicious futts
Why have the on-your-back intercourse
When there's somethin' better for my nuts
So you've gotta have futts

(You've gotta have futts, you've gotta have futts)
You've gotta have futts
Belly down rear-entry fucks
(When your bod is sayin' you want it in)
(That's when the humpin' oughta start)

You've gotta get poked
Honey, we can really smoke
So baby, show me your sign of peace
Then spread at the crease, oh here we go!

When your butt is talkin' to me
Get your ass down on the floor
There's just one way, up the booty
Shake it, take it, ‘til I pour
There's nothin' to it, but to do it

You gotta have futts
(You've gotta have futts)
Clutchin', throbbin', thrashin' futts
(Clutchin', throbbin', thrashin' futts)
Oh, it's fine to have a headache of course
But the cure is right there beneath your shorts
Oh, you've gotta have futts
(You've gotta have futts)