The clowns are behind, they’re scum to me,
Bum me, numb me,
And I’m small in the thighs, as wedgies call,
Shove knee in me.

I get scars and lip will puff, oh, they are vile,
To me, I flee.
But this breed of big jocks are mean to me,
Hunt me, stun me.

Missions of exercise, clueless guys I see,
Brain boys do the drill, do a trick, bend your knee,
Some plea, ah, ah, ah

And the pounding’s confined to nerds like me,
Drum me, shun me.

And the maul of weak guys, they shrink and crawl,
Shove me, shove me.