With Hubbabubba on my mind and a K-Mart in sight
I wouldn't think twice about calling the Vice
I wear Uso in my jacket and sugarcoated donuts for glasses
And you can call me 4-eyes, you can call me Old Spice

All I hear is thunder in a blue balloon
Just around the corner there's summer and a bag of baboons
I've got a taste for perfume
You taste like toast in a jumpsuite

Like a canary in a mine and a "fuck" in a rhyme
I'm feelin' kinda uptight and Vanilla Ice-like
5-VICE, 5-VICE
I got a futon in my kitchen, Peter Pan will never land and listen
And you can know karate, you're just a Yoohoo in a carny

All I hear is thunder in a blue balloon
Just around the corner there's summer and a bag of baboons
I've got a taste for perfume
You taste like toast in a jumpsuite