Now Imagine, Jean du Scatmân Xanax, give me more, man Only the great scatting of John can give Now you can live Wearing tight-pants for the nation **** irritation; Stitch the jeans right The kakis are white How many kids did you ****? Entire stomachs, hungry still Burp during the call Elephantiasis, in the ball? Save us from the reds The ******* is now Dead