I’m gonna smoke a bong,
wearing a thong,
then sing a song.

Thong Bong Song, it shall be named,
and after that, I shall be blamed
for corrupting youth,
but we all know the truth.

They can’t be tamed,
or I blamed
for their minds being maimed.

They grew up twisted,
that’s just today,
but come what may,
they will always say:

“Oh, you cannot blame us,
for you would make a fuss,
every time we cuss!

So what choice do we have,
but to sit and have,
a bong in a thong,
and sing a song?”