Boy… I saw your butt as you were pulling down your drawers
You took your pants and just tossed them on the floor
Are you wearing a thong?
Hard not to notice your big backdoor…
No way… You turned around and showed to me your ass, bro
Through your blood Budweiser has to flow
Something tells me you’re the kinda guy who likes to put on shows

You’re not showing me your front
You’re not showing me your side
You are flashing me your bum
Now I’m giving you stink eye
Keep your fruit in the loom
You’re not packing where I like
Seeing the Fool’s Moon
Next time keep on your tights

I… Hope it’s the last time that I’m seeing you bent down
It’s worse than plumber’s crack, your rectum makes me frown
These thoughts I can’t erase
I’m seeing your large rear, you big cow!
Your style… And that cologne you’re wearing stop to work when you
Show that to me, it really turns me off, so dude
Please tighten your blue jeans, you’re like the thugs in jail
Crappy that I’ve seen you

Both my eyes are clamping shut
Cause you won’t zip up your fly
Dude, please put down the rum
And don’t you get very high
You’ve got nothing to flaunt
Overweight and not too shy
Seeing the Fool’s Moon
You’re filling all the girls with fright!

Now I’m being very blunt
I might like you if you’re dry
But right now you’re really dumb
All because you’re really fried
Rear’s the size of Vermont
It ain’t lacking in its size
Seeing the Fool’s Moon
You should drop the Bud Lite

I was sure I’d meet assholes tonight (But just not this true)
Jockstrap said your name is Drew
I’ve seen your parts more southern than I would like
Like dude the whole Grand Canyon, In this one night!!!

While you don’t have much to strut
You’ll still flash your whole behind
And your brain it must be numb
To show off your lone brown eye
The guys are going to taunt
Cause your smacking your backside
Seeing the Fool’s Moon
It’s a stinking awful sight!

You aren’t that much of a hunk
So it’s destroying my sight
Dude, You’re making us so glum
With your crack up to the sky
Your friends are going to mock
When you’re sober late tonight
Check out this Fool’s Moon
Sure as Hell ain’t a delight

Don’t you know you’re such a Putz?
The club owner’s going to die
Relocating to the slums
The customers say, “Goodbye!”
The bartenders had to jaunt
And the DJ took a hike
Seeing this Fool’s Moon
It’s the ruin of our night

Did you really have to fart?
Flowers wilted and they dried
Now this bar I’m going to snub
Haven’t been there, gonna lie
Don’t you act nonchalant
While you pull down tighty-whites
Tired of this Fool’s Moon
Put on pants or I will fight!