There's a wood tick on my nut sack,
Right down by my butt crack,
I feel it down there munching away!


Wish I'd say it ain't,
But it's chewing on my taint.

And I need to get that varmint off today.

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Verse 1:
It's down there just a grazin',

Bloated like a raisin,
I can feel it chewing its cud.


So please help me fine sir,
Grab that varmint from my fur,
'fore he takes another ounce of blood.


Refrain
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Verse 2:
Grab a match head, salt, or tweezer

And nail that nasty geezer
But make sure that bug don't lose his head.


Cuz if that's not connected
It could git all up infected,
And then I'll surely end up good and dead.


Refrain



Verse 3:
And here's the final verse,

I'm 'fraid things are much worse
this bad news may make you ill at ease.


That bloated son of a (*##$,
Not only made me itch,
But it gave me that ol' lyme's disease.