Somewhere, Under your pubies, By your thigh,
Theres a Crab that I left there singing a lullaby.
Somewhere by your clitoris, There's an Itch,
It's a few of his family, picnicing in your snitch,
They skip they jump they laugh they sing,
the crabs run races underneth your pubies.
They crawl they fight they drink all night,
they even got a traffic light, inside, your, ass, hole,
Somewhere, under your pubies, Crabs do chew,
On a bearded clam appitizer but mostly they munch on you,
If I get little crabbies bet your fuckin' ass your gonna, gett'em, too
