Oh it's been getting so hard
Livin' with the pustules on my face
Breaking out all over
Almost like they're in some kind of race

Oh, I see a spot on my nose
And it grows and it grows I wonder will it ever stop
And there's one on my forehead like a nuclear warhead
Both of them growing and they're gonna pop

Oh, yeah,
It was a pus thing, kind of disgusting
And my mother was screaming that the mirror needs cleaning
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
And my manic mother
Said no, don't pop another
And I said I'm gonna squish my zits
And my mother was screaming
If that mirror needs a cleaning,
Then you'll do it if you squish your zits
Squish my zits, squish my zits, squish my zits
Squish my zits

I'm reaching out for kleenex
Touching yuck is all I ever do
One prrp and it is over
And now it's over all the mirror too
Now my mum's on her knees
As I'm ready to squeeze and she raises her hands to the sky
And the fetid macuration of excessive suppuration
You'll hate it if it gets in your eye

Oh yeah,
It was electric, so frightfully septic
And my mother was squeaking, as the discharge was leaking
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
And my manic mother
Said no, don't pop another
And I said I'm gonna squish my zits
And my mother was screaming
If that mirror needs a cleaning,
Then you'll do it if you squish your zits
Squish my zits, squish my zits, squish my zits
Squish my zits

It was a pus thing, kind of disgusting
And my mother was screaming that the mirror needs cleaning
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
And my manic mother
Said no, don't pop another
And I said I'm gonna squish my zits
And my mother was screaming
If that mirror needs a cleaning,
Then you'll do it if you squish your zits
Squish my zits, squish my zits, squish my zits
Squish my zits

Zits, zits squish my zits, Zits, zits squish my zits
Zits, zits squish my zits, yeah, squish my zits