Ripping off your friends, stuffing your fat face
  I'm kinda bummed out I'm part of your race
  Someday you will learn that it's cool to start
  Just look at me and B-Face and try not to barf
    Too many twinkies
  Too many twinkies
  Too many twinkies
  Too many twinkies
    You're a bunch of rockstars, you're a bunch of lard
  And I hate to tell you, y our bass player's a retard
  So shut your stupid fat moth and hang up those guitars
  Quit beating off every night and smoking those cigars
    Too many twinkies
  Too many twinkies
  Too many twinkies
  Too many twinkies
    Shut your fucking mouth