The Fineribber

Testicles want to break free

As I'm raisin' the remote control

Scratchin' my belly's hair

As my dick pees outa my pant's hole

Zapping through my real life

The legion of empty bottles grows and grows

I'm the king of "Shooter"-underwear

The Fineribber's upon his throne!

All hail to my balls and the TV-program

My fine-ribbing armour, the beer in my hand

No finerib, no glory! The sofa's my throne

I'm the king of the khakis and the finerib's my crown!

Wankin' through phone-sex-commercials

During the movie-breaks I beat my spouse

Devotedly she fetches one more

beer for me with a bleeding nose

Enjoying the "Superbowl"

12 Pretzels fitting in my hand

This tricky salty dozen

lead into my kingdom's end

All hail to my balls and the TV-program...

A fart breaks the silence

A honk in the dark

The sphincter quits its job

As my empire falls

The king is dying on the floor

like his souls shall not be (p)raised

The fineribber won't ever raise

his pissed flag nevermore!