my friend's got a girlfriend, man, he hates that (...)
he tells me... oh, what the hey?
I think that I f(...)ng got bleeped by a d(...)ck
in the worst kind of way

they sit on their (...)ss 'til they can suck their boss' c(...)ck
to give 'em money every pay day
when they edit on the radio all the rap and rock
and I can't f(...)ng say

chorus:
I can't say, I can't say, yeah, no way
na-na, why do I get censored?
what the hey, what the hey, yeah, no way
na-na why do I get censored?

the b(...)stards, their poor ears, they can't handle a f(...)k
so put in some ear plugs right away
the a(...)lickers' poor ears, they can't handle a c(...)t
but our song's got sh(...)tted up this way

chorus

well, I agree that kids' ears don't need swearing at all, oh, yeah
but, hey man, I kinda feel like I'm singing while gagged
let me tell you bout my friend now

my friend's got a (...), man, she hates that (...)
cos he does (...) all day
she (...) grabbed a (...) and (...) the (...)
well that's all I had to say

chorus

I won't staple my mouth, I'll always say
na-na, why do I get censored?
I will say, I will say, I'll say
na-na, why don't you suck my BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

gosh darnit, not even that one came through!