Hey there, Delilah, what’s it like to have big titties?
Every time I fuck your asshole, I imagine Conway Twitty, yes I do.
I fantasize that you’re a dude…
One who’s tattooed.

Hey there, Delilah, don’t you worry about my dicklessness.
I’m just an Emo fag,
I’d fuck your younger brother shitless.
Yes I would.
I jack off to “Boys in the Hood.”
I yank it good.

Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me
Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me.
What dudes do to me.

Hey there, Delilah, my Tom Jones is gettin’ hard.
Just two more beers, and I’ll work up the nerve to go down on that tard;
I’ll take it all.
I’ll ride his tard junk, balls and all.
Unhinge my jaw.

Hey there, Delilah, I’m not sayin’ that I’m gay,
but if you put a cock in front of me, I’d rub it on my face – I’d grab the shaft…
And slowly work it up my ass.
Then hunch it fast.

Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me
Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me.

A thousand Goths and one cigar – I know that dream sounds so bizarre.
I cut myself to make it go away.
Our friends would all make fun of us, but fuck those bitch ass douche bag cunts.
They’ll pay their debts in blood this very day…
Delilah, I can promise you that once I prove that you’re a Jew,
I’ll baptize all your family in flame… and you’re to blame.

Hey there, Delilah, don’t you worry about protection.
You have all the cops you want, I’ll still add you to my collection – yes I will.
Your shrieks of pain will be so shrill.
Half of you will end up in a landfill.
I’ll wear your skin – call myself Jill.
It will be ill.

Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me
Oh, it’s what dudes do to me – Oh it’s what dudes do to me
What dudes do to me