The Cramper lyrics

Have you ever known a free lancer
Thinks that he's a camper
Known around my way as the cramper
Like P.M.S. always poking
But he won't go away with a little Motrin
Now if you ever heard the term cramper and you wonder
The worms kind of like I guess a modern day Felix Unger
When you first meet them you think he's O.K
But then you learn a little bit of the cramper goes a long way
Hear say here I say through the grapevine
He squawks and he gawks and he walks a thin line
Just like a little f*ckin fag
He always wants to get high but never has a bag
Never works says he can't find the right job
Hasn't got a dime and when he does he's a tightwad
He's the dampest there's no one damper
Huh huh.... he's the muther f*ckin cramper

Now the crampers red, there's no one redder
He rides you wrong like a really tight sweater
He's sort of like a mouse a pest of a peer
You come home he's at your house drinking your last beer
Poking and stroking he makes you want to belt him
Always wearing out his mother f*cking welcome
And then sporty's never that cautious
He sips from your forty and he always backwashes
Talk about a certain subject, he'll jinx it
Let him borrow a shirt, the stooge always shrinks it
He's the dampest, there's no one damper
Huh huh.... he's the mother f*ckin cramper