Creeping out, he wonders how
He's blind, 'cause he is born just now
He's groping on the ground

Mother's glad and father's proud
Newborn son is crying loud
They love his sweety sound

Face should be above his neck
But it is under his back
They raise him in the air

Father's feeling the disgrace
And he softly strokes his face
Enclosing him with care

I wanna know, wanna know
Hey when you throw ... up and ... I’ll be there

He's accustomed to his fate
While he's sitting on the plate,
He needs his ass to eat

People wonder, when he greets
Only with his two big cheeks
Full of dirt and shit

Friday he wants sex for money
"Not with your face, my dear honey !"
He is used to hear

"Only for an extra pay
You are getting sex today
And I suck your Pear ! "

I wanna know, wanna know
Hey when you throw ... up and ... I’ll be there

Drunken from the night before
Girl's gone, no fun anymore
He’s going to his bowl

Sticks a finger in his throat
Tries to vomit all his load
He’s drilling in his hole

He is slipping on the ground
Life is short, there is no sound
An ass-head is the rest

Heap of brown shit, which is hard
And a stinkin’, lonely fart
He did it at it's best

I wanna know, wanna know
When you explode ... and I ... I’ll be there