The Cramper

Have you ever known a free lancer

Thinks that he's a camper

Known around my way as the cramper

Like P.M.S. always pokin'

But he won't go away with a little Motrin

Now if u ever heard the term cramper and u wonder

The worms kinda like i guess a modern day Felix Unger

When ya first meet em ya think he's O.K.

But then you learn a little bit of the cramper goes a long way

Hear say here I say thru the grapevine

He squawks and he gawks and he walks a thin line

Just like a little fuckin fag

He always wants to get high but never has a bag

Never works says he can't find the right job

Ain't got a dime and when he does he's a tightwad

He's the dampest there's no one damp

Huh huh.... he's the muther fuckin cramper

Now the crampers red, there's no one redder,

He rides ya wrong like a really tight sweater

He's sorta like a mouse a pest of a peer

U come home he's at your house drinkin your last beer

Pokin and strokin he makes you wanna belt him

always wearin out his mother fuckin welcome

And then sporty's never that cautious

he sips from your forty and he always backwashes

Talk about a certain subject, he'll jinx it

let him borrow a shirt, the stooge always shrinks it

He's the dampest, there's no one damper

Huh huh.... he's the mother fuckin cramper