Sit down Rodney, I’m sure this will come as a shock to you
You got me pregnant and I’m expecting on April Fool’s
I hope you likie having twins
‘Cause I’ll have three sets of them
Oh Rodney, I couldn’t have had any more
I feel like I’m overstuffed
But they assure me there’s womb enough
You knocked me up and now I’m gonna burst

The morning wood when it came to rise really took my youth
But this girl’s calling it good, on her rise to motherhood
I cried when I told my folks
My father thought it was a hoax
Oh Rodney, his jaw just dropped right to the floor
He’s feeling much better now
Though he looks like he had had a cow
My pop was shocked, but overjoyed that I made mom proud

All I wanted was a boy to toy with constantly
But you burned under the covers and brother, what lover, you broke me in
All you did was shoot your spunk
And by next morning I was blowing chunks
Oh Rodney, you can add my pride to your score
You bred me like Morman Girls
Just to keep me inside of your world
You knocked me up,

I bet you I can collect a check and live on section eight
Or rent my parents’ place and never have another date
Or find a ‘clingy’ type guy to tease
Who needs me constantly
Oh Rodney, I wished I’d never spread my legs
Don’t you dare say that I’m great with child
Because that would be putting it mild
You knocked me up, so you know you better stay
I had to spread my legs?
How could you have spawned, six of my eggs?