Mr. Right Hunters & Collectors

I says "Hey, old mother-fixed balding boy
Here's one good goon that we can't blame"
I says "Hey, old mother-fixed balding boy
Here's one good goon that we can't blame"
Hey, they all cry
Here's one for the fruit-bin
Here's one for the fruit-bin
Look at him, look at him, look at him, look
Look at him, look at him, look, look, look
Look at him, look at him, look at him, look
Look at him, look at him, look, look, look
La la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la

'Twas a shrivelled fruit on a wrinkled sack sack sack
Thinks my god, did I marry that that that?
Shrivelled fruit on a wrinkled sack sack sack
Thinks my god, did I marry that that that?
That that that
She canned that marriage out of sight
When she found a testicle
In the mouth of Mr. Right
Look at him, look at him, look at him, look
Look at him, look at him, look, look, look
Look at him, look at him, look at him, look
Look at him, look at him, look, look, look