The fellas at the freakin' FCC

[racaulk]

They will clean up all your talking in a matter such as this
They will make you take a tinkle when you want to take a piss
And they’ll make you call fellatio a trouser-friendly kiss
It’s the plain situation! There's no negotiation
With the fellas at the freakin’ FCC!

They’re as stuffy as the stuffiest of the special interest groups
Make a joke about your bowels and they order in the troops
Any baby with a brain could tell them everybody poops!
Take a tip, take a lesson! You’ll never win by messin’
With the fellas at the freakin’ FCC!

And if you find yourself with some young sexy thing
You’re gonna have to do her with your ding-a-ling
Cause you can’t say penis!

So they sent this little warning, they’re prepared to do their worst
And they stuck it in your mailbox, hoping you could be coerced
I can think of quite another place they should have stuck it first!

They may just be neurotic, or possibly psychotic
They’re the fellas at the freakin’ FCC!