Who's that rolling on the floor
With a centerfold plastered to the door
Well its her again, posting here some more
Well she'll be luscious tonight if she can
'Least were not talkin' 'bout the Priesthood ban
I'm talkin' 'bout
Moniker, wearin' us out
Monkier, she writhes about
Moniker she's a wild thing
I burnt my cupcakes!
Gotta take it all in stride
Its not the usual case of pride
But what she don't understand
Mormons take a stand
Gonna need a shot of IBC
When Dr. Kinsey is finished with me
I'm talkin' 'bout
Monkier, your a real stray cat
Moniker don't know where your at
Moniker such a liberal child
Don't lick those cupcakes!
I could sit and write a book
'Bout all the liberties you took
When you're old and grey
You'll still be tryin' to play
But the Penthouse is covered with dust
Its on to the Temple or bust
I'm talkin' to
Moniker, let it all hang out
Moniker, don't sit and pout
Moniker you drive the exmos wild
Where are my cupcakes?
Moniker, scorching the net
Monker, with horns on her head
All your friends are gonna be there too
They'll want some cupcakes!