Washington, Washington Six foot eight, weighs a fucking ton Opponents beware, opponents beware, He’s coming he’s coming he’s coming   Let me lay it on the line, he had two on the vine I mean two sets of testicles, so divine On a horse made of crystal he patrolled the land With a Mason ring and Schnauzer in his perfect hands   Here comes George, in control Women dug his snuff and his gallant stroll Ate opponents’ brains And invented cocaine He’s coming he’s coming he’s coming

Washington, Washington, Six foot twenty fucking killing for fun Spread, spread, Delaware He’s coming he’s coming he’s coming   Sue me if I go too fast but the sons of his opponents wish that he was their dad Got a wig for his wig got a brain for his heart He’ll kick you apart! He’ll kick you apart! Oooh!   He’ll save children, but not the British children He’ll save children, but not the British children He’ll save children, but not the British children He’ll save children, but not the British children   He had a pocket full of horses, fucked the shit out of bears Threw a knife into heaven and could kill with a stare He made love like an eagle falling out of the sky Killed his sensei in a duel and he never said why   Washington, Washington Twelve stories high, made of radiation The present beware, the future beware He’s coming, he’s coming, he’s coming   Did I mention his four nuts? Well he also had four dicks

If you took off his boot you could see the dicks growing off his feet