I got crabs, I got crabs, I got crabs:
First I thought they were just nasty scabs
But now I see
There’s something more wrong with me
Oh my, oh lord, oh golly gee!
I do believe I’ve got an STD
I got crabs, I got crabs, I got crabs
When I walk, they attack with little stabs
Whoah-oh mamma I got crabs!
The sex seemed devine,
But now I’m itching all the time,
No I’m not feeling fine,
Living with this, pain of mine
I got crabs, I got crabs, I got crabs
A million times worse than a foot of flab
I got crabs, I got crabs, I got crabs!
(decidedly crab-esque guitar solo off of the E scale at the twelfth fret)
When I got layed I thought I was #1
Sex seemed like lots of fun
But now that its all said and done
I’m afraid to get close to anyone
No I’m not an emo-kid, winged squid,
or terrifying man-bat, it’s even worse than that
I’ve got CRABS, C-R-A-B Crabs! Crabs Crabs Crabs!
Craaaaabs!