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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
El Hefe
El Hefe
Guitar
Eric Melvin
Eric Melvin
Guitar
Erik Sandin
Erik Sandin
Drums
Fat Mike
Fat Mike
Bass
Spike Slawson
Spike Slawson
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Burkett
Mike Burkett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fat Mike
Fat Mike
Producer
Ryan Greene
Ryan Greene
Producer

Lyrics

It's kinda hard to wear high heels Or slip on banana peels How does she get in and out of tubs I hope she don't get mad I hope she thinks this song is good not bad Cause we think that she's totally rad, she's nubs No fingers, no toes She doesn't own elbows No phalanges no knobby knees to knock She don't need knuckles or hands To go see punk rock bands She's always in the stands, she's nubs She can't pick up a phone She can't get dressed alone She's got no funny bone, she's nubs No shoes for feet but we sure do think she's neat She's nubs, she's nubs, she's nubs I asked her if she want a drink I asked her if she liked Toronto I asked her to go out to the bar But all she said was no, no and no It was time for us to leave So I grabbed and shook her sleeve And told her I'd see her at the next club She got into a pack And some guy put her on his back She said goodbye and kinda waved her stub She's got beautiful eyes And breasts regular size But without calves and thighs, she's nubs It's hard to give good head Or get tied to a bed When all you've got is a body and head, she's nubs She's nubs, she's nubs (she's nubs) She's nubs (she's nubs) She's nubs (she's nubs) She's nubs Oh she may not walk the walk And she may not like to talk But boy she sure knows how to rock She's nubs (she's nubs, she's nubs)
Writer(s): Michael John Burkett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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