"A week or two ago, I asked you out to lunch
We went to your place, on your pussy I did munch
It is now your turn, cause you just made my dick rise
But inside my underwear, you might find a suprise

Oh, wrinkeled balls, wrinkled balls
wrinkled in my pants
They may look like raisens, but give them a chance
Wrinkled balls, wrinkled balls
wrinkled everywhere
It's okay to lick 'em, I have no pubic hair

Oh, you may that they're gross, or that they are unclean
So I'll put them between my legs when I shoot my cream
I think it's unfair, and you think it's odd
but look at my case, your pussy smelled like cod

Oh, wrinkeled balls, wrinkled balls
wrinkled in my pants
They may look like raisens, but give them a chance
Wrinkled balls, wrinkled balls
wrinkled everywhere
It's okay to lick 'em, I have no pubic hair

Merry Christmas, motherfuckers!"