I told you about W. C. Fields,
A nose so red it doesn't seem real,
I never knew how big one can grow,
Don't be there when it blows!
Kicking a kid in the britches,
Talking like he's all liquored up, yeah,
List'nin' to the crass, fun ones.

That Richard Pryer really cuts loose,
Picked up on that from old Lenny Bruce,
And then, of course, there's Andrew Dice Clay,
Such gross things to say!
Cussing up a storm on the stage, yeah,
Dissin' at the racist Def Jam,
List'nin' to the crass, fun ones.

Nyah, Nyah,
Nyah, Nyah,
Nyah, Nyah,
Nyah, Nyaaaaaaaaaaah!
List'nin' to the crass, fun ones.

I used to like that Howie Mandell,
But on stage, he's like the bad mouth from hell,
Well, here's something that we all can hope,
Their Mothers make them eat soap!
Why must they all talk so vulgar?
A cheap way to just get a laugh, yeah,
List'nin' to the crass, fun ones!