Hurts like heck, the solar plexus
Try not to hit that spa-ace upon my torso, please
It hurts like heck, the solar plexus
I'd prefer you take a ba-at to both my-y knees

Afraid that I'm no bio major
Cause study ain't my thi-ing, true
Don't ask me-e what exactly-y
The solar ple-exus is, dude
Know it's betwixt my useless nips
And my oversized belly
And if it's hit then all your wind gets
Blown right ou-out like a strong breeze

Hurts like heck, the solar plexus
I'm not a fan of pain of any sort, so please
Don't punch my feckin' solar plexus
I'd prefer it if you gra-abbed my balls a-and squeezed

I'm aware it's not normal to quiver
At the thought of hits
To the plexus? Fine, you may be ri-ight
I beg to differ, to wit:
See, I prefer that my oxygen
Stays in my lu-ungs, right
So if you could keep your anger que-elled
And refrain your stri-i-ike

Hurts like heck, the solar plexus
Know you're in quite the ra-age and you're strong as can be
So please don't wreck my solar plexus
Cause it may knock more tha-an the wind fro-om me
It sounds like I-I'm whinin'
But it is the truth, no lie
Your punches hurt like he-ell, might just ki-ill me