You only juice twice, or so it seems,
One stuff for your 'cheeks, and one for your 'ceps
You plowed through the years and life seems lame,
Till one cream appears and clear is its name

And hate is a lover who'll beckon you on,
Don't think of the danger or the rage is gone
This stuff is for you, so pay the price,
Make one nightmare come true, you only juice twice

And hate is a lover who'll beckon you on,
Don't think of the danger or the rage is gone
This stuff is for you, so pay the price,
Make one nightmare come true, you only juice twice