In your pockets, keyring and loose change
As you walk in your trousers
Near the restroom, in the line you wait
At the local baseball game

You can feel aching
Keep your bladder in control
Now adjust your footing
Stand up to the bowl

Fly
Opens up the parts of pants that you should hide away
Zipper line
Forget about the buttons that you had one time
And it's no lie, the truth's sublime
It's your fly

This is icky! Call the Board of Health
It's so smelly like a burrow
Walk your doggie, see what he has left
This insect's gonna follow

Can you hear it buzzing?
Did you see it come and go?
It has one day of living
It has one goal

Fly
Vomits through its trachea to eat its food today
How divine!
Don't use teleportations Mr. Big Science Guy...
It's The Fly...Brundle-Fly!...

So don't forget to close your own,
And shoo others away
Zip your pants, and don't slip up
And Raid works better than anything else

For Jeff Goldblum, everything can change
Feels a new kind of power
"Got a license," your best friend might state,
"To sell hot dogs today?"

Fly
Opens up the parts of pants that you should hide away
Zipper line
Forget about the buttons that you had one time
And it's no lie, the truth's sublime
Fly
Vomits through its trachea to eat its food today
How divine!
Don't use teleportations Mr. Big Science Guy...
Brundle-Fly!...

For this dumb song, the meaning has changed