Yeah, uhh, that's right
Technically, biologically, physically, psychologically,
Take your sabbatical, from your radical, fanatical battle
Sit on your saddle, and rattle, rattle, rattle
Take your sabbatical, from your radical, fanatical battle
Sit on your saddle, and rattle, rattle, rattle
I like to lick it and suck it like you do
I like to hold it and squeeze like you do
I like to seize it and slab it like you do
I like to tease it and tap it like you do
So back it up baby, back it up, back it up
Back it up baby, back it up, back it up

You know what I'm talking about right?
There can only be one thing, you know?

Mine's fake, inanimate, but feels great, just stimulate, your prostate
Relax, it's fat, let me pat your crack, and make it all

So back it up baby, back it up, back it up
Back it up baby, back it up, back it up

Sweet buns let me be your gun [Repeats]

Don't you know it's supposed to feel better for boys? [Repeats]

Sweet buns let me be your gun [Repeats]

Don't you know it's supposed to feel better for boys? [Repeats]

Better for boys

Writer : Nisker, Merrill
Copyright : Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.