There's a skeeter on my peter
whack it off
There's a skeeter on my peter
whack it off
There's a dozen on my cousin
I can hear the bastard buzzin'
There's a skeeter on my peter
whack it off

I was playing with my
one-eyed trouser worm
When I shot a wad
it blew up in the air
I should have aimed it better
it hit my Irish Setter
while my mom was combing out his hair

She was drivin' down the road
doing a-hundred and ninety nine
and the chain on her motorcycle broke
Well they found her in the grass
with the muffler up her ass
and her titties playing "Dixie"
on the spokes