For seven long years he's lived in fear
Being harassed, year after year
We laugh at him now and we laughed at him then
We all scoff at him with that scalp full of skin

His ridiculous looks are the reason we tease
His pathetic plea, 'You'll find out at 800 hundred degrees'
Hard life, working man white trash hypocrisy
Yeah, he don't let anybody go hungry

Gonna have a Call talk
Gonna have one real soon
Gonna have a Call talk
Gonna laugh at that big goon

Mocking and mocking his every statement
Mocking and mocking his speech impediment
Mocking and mocking and mocking with ease
Mocking and mocking, it's 800 hundred degrees