The j*rk lyrics
by Iggy Pop
Look, here comes the j*rk!
See the guy with the fakey smile
Talkin' to my girl in a friendly style
He thinks he's quite the flirt
She'd suck a rat's di*k before she'd f*ck him
His brain is full of dirt
That's why the guy's a j*rk
His balls are gonna burst
That's why the guy's a j*rk
Oh man, you're killin' me!
Hey man, you're killin' me!
He hangs out by the ladies room
His pick-up line is like the voice of doom
"Hey baby, do ya wanna go out with me?
And by the way, I make a lotta money"
His method just don't work
That's why the guy's a j*rk
By the office, Johnny lurks
That's why the guy's a j*rk
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Oh man, you're killin' me!
Hey man, you're killin' me!
Look here comes the j*rk
Look here comes the j*rk
Look here comes the j*rk
Look here comes the j*rk
His brain is full of dirt
That's why the guy's a j*rk
His balls are gonna burst
That's why the guy's a j*rk
Oh man, you're killin' me!
Hey man, you're killin' me!