Tick-Tits - Gwar

Well have you seen her tits?

When they are covered in ticks

It’s shit like that

That makes monks shag their wicks

Say have you seen her ticks?

Sucking on her tits?

Not even dog-tits are better than this

Unless of course they are covered in ticks

What could be better than ticks on your tits?

Except for dick-ticks, all up in the slit

And also, your mother’s a whore

The ticks got so big, they won’t fit through the door

Have you seen her tits when they’re covered in ticks?

Let’s all go lick them then pop them with sticks

Tick-tits are growing, they’re saggy and grey

And once you fuck tick-tits, you’ll never go gay

Tick-tits

Tick-tits

Tick-tits

Tick-tits, I love

Tick-tits

Tick-tits

Tick-tits, dick-slit, sick shit

Ahhh!

Have you seen her tits?

Underneath all of those ticks?

Baggy and saggy and filled up with pus

This is your mom, she hangs out with us

Dammit, I love me some ticks

So do the wops and the micks

And if you don’t you oughta

The Mexicans love a big Tick-tit pinata

I am addicted to ticks

And I don’t wanna sound like a prick

So many ticks you can’t see her at all

If it keeps up like this, she’ll be banned from the mall

Now let’s set fire to the ticks

It’s as easy as flicking your Bic

The tick-titted wonder is bursting with flame

Her tits are on fire, I don’t know her name

Tick-tits

Tick-tits

Tick-tits

Tick-tits, I love

Tick-tits

Tick-tits

Tick-tits, dick-slit, sick shit

Ahhh!

I got this job on eBay

They sent me to scrape out her flap

Never guessed I’d be so impressed

By her tick-tit dick-slit trap

Just a flopping mass of grayish skin

Oozing ichor from every crease

Did I forget to mention

She’s morbidly obese?

Tick!

Tits!

Tick!

Tits!

Tick-tits

Oh Tick-tits

Please clean out your gash

(Tick! Tits!)

A rugby team is at the door

We really need the cash

(Tick! Tits!)

Tick-tits

Tick-tits

Tick-tits

Tick-tits, I love

Tick-tits

Tick-tits

Tick-tits, dick-slit, sick shit

Ahhh!

Her suffering is over now

She found death, I pray

Her body so covered in insects

Haven’t seen her face for days

Her mung-encrusted 'ginal hole

Became a swarming insect bowl

Baggy and saggy and puffy and gross

The talk of the town!

The toast of the coast!