Uniform On Lyrics by The Lonely Island
She said she wants to *** me with my uniform on
She grabbed me by the bat, now it’s going, going, gone
I never finish *** ’cause I’m so juiced out
But she nutted three times then we bashed then I bounced
I reside in Blackhawk in a big *** house
My community is gated ’cause I don’t strike out
Got a room with a chair
Got a room with a couch
Got a framed photograph of the time I met Alf
You know I’m not a hamburger but they call me Big Mac
Got the one ton Jimmy and the itty-bitty sack
My ball shrinky-dinky ’cause the ‘roids so strong
But it makes the aforementioned Jimmy-jam look long
The name is Mark, and no I’m not Mork
And yes, I eat pork ’cause it’s tasty on my fork
And no, I’m not a jork but I’ll jork it out the pork
‘Cause Noah should have had the Bash Brothers on his ork
We are the perfect pair to start a new society
Filled with home-run hitting gold glove goliathes
Here’s what I found on the web for “What is the plural of goliath?”: Goliaths
Oh, we’re goliaths, baby boy
Kirk Gibson’s a pariah, baby boy
I work out with a tire, baby boy
I wonder who can lift it higher, baby boy
Aaaaaah! Lift that tire, ***
Put your back in it and lift it higher, ***
*** that *** in my ass ’til I am rich
Make me a god with the chemical sciences
Aaaaaah! Baseball, baseball, he-man hit the baseball
By the power of greyskull
Rip the skin off and eat the brains out the baseball
Gonna run a *** train on the baseball
Aaaaaah! Don’t tell me to be *** calm
Whip out my *** on the Jumbotron
Whip out my balls cause my muscles so strong
Now the pain’s so bad that my *** heart stop-
“Uniform On” Release Date: May 23, 2019
