1, 2, 3, 4. . .bum goof.

I tell you: this is levity—
Not long he’ll be sedentary.

’cause I’m the tacks man,
Yeah, I’m the tacks man.

These tines will rend, the victim squall,
Each serving as an anal awl.

’cause I’m the tacks man,
Heh-heh! I’m the tacks man.

They might drive up far into the meat
When the victim sits down on the seat.
If one hits the hole, he’ll really bleat;
It’s a nates shock, a laughter treat.

Tacks, man!

[stick-arse solo]

Cursed is the tacks man,
Worst is the tacks man.

Poked ass is what I’m waiting for
(Ouch, ouch! They will drill him)
He’ll jump so high, way off the floor
(Ouch, ouch! Rip new sheath)

’cause I’m the tacks man,
Yeah! I’m the tacks man.

And my advice for those who try
Tacks plan,
Beware, the victim might reply. . .
Whacks! man.

You may get whacks, man;
Eyes may be black, man.

At your work, do this trick cautiously,
Tacks man.