Sex Bob-Omb

I peeled off my face, I tore up my room
I read my own rights and I filled them with glue
I turned the commercial into a creepshow
I peeped at the gods with their bodies all day-glo
It's summertime
And it's that time
To strut and strum
I'm gonna strut strut strut
I'm gonna
I'm combing my braids, I'm sneezing my brain
Drinking shampoo and I'm tasting my grave
I'm soothing myself inside out
And I'm wearing my welcome inside out
It's summertime
And it's that time
To strut my stuff
Woo
People getting touchy while I touch my thighs