"Gluey Porch Treatments" lyrics

You learned how to cry
And I don't think you're sorry.
You need a little smack of reality
And I'm gonna be sick.

Now you takes a test
I ask her do you like it.
You takes a pile of boards on a gluey porch
And I laugh.

You like too a-rapachu a-you like you a-rapachu a-really low.