Tekster: Bloodgroup. Chuck.

You got your limbs and your face in order
Time to show your body's border.
You met the mum and the hottest daughter,
The crazy son and your sexy father.

Do you bend well, can you slice it?
You won't believe all the things they ask you,
A place of dirty minds and doings,
The ceiling yells, and the curfew resumes.

What can you do you with your tongue, can you twist it?
And make the sound of a Texas misfit,
You got your limbs and your face in order
Time to show your body's border.