Girl, I’m going to prom
Do you wanna come along?
I might not have a big penis
But you are gonna wanna come see this

They’ve got a table with chips
They’ve got a table with a burger
Let’s go a little further

Here at prom, what could possibly go wrong
When the buffet table is fifty miles long?
My date here is lookin’ for a better fookin’
But I’m here for the cookin’ and I’ll eat it ‘til it’s gone

Girl, I’m still at the prom
I can’t find you, you’re gone
I have a whole lot food
Have you left me for some dude?

He’s got some well-defined abs
I’ve got a pepperoni pizza
What’s better for you, Lisa?

Here at prom, what could possibly go wrong
When the buffet table is fifty miles long
My date here is lookin’ for a better fookin’
But I’m here for the cookin’ and I’ll eat it ‘til it’s gone

Lisa, you don’t like me?
All this food must be bad for your psyche
Well I’m not f*cking filler, like a turkey twizzler
Uh, what more do you want?
Got ketchup and grease stains down my front
If you don’t like me then head for the door
I’m gonna stay and shake on the floor

Shake on the floor
Shake on the floor
Oh sh*t, a shake on the floor
Shake on the floor

Here at prom, what could possibly go wrong
When the buffet table is fifty miles long?
My date here is lookin’ for a better fookin’
But I’m here for the cookin’ and I’ll eat it ‘til it’s gone

Here at prom, what could possibly go wrong
When the buffet table is fifty miles long
My date here is lookin’ for a better fookin’
But I’m here for the cookin’ and I’ll eat it ‘til it’s gone