CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : The FCC Song
They will clean up all your talking in a manner such as this
They will make you take a tinkle when you wanna take a p*ss
And they'll make you call fellatio a trouser-friendly kiss
Here's the plain situation, there's no negotiation
With the fellas at the freakin' FCC
They're as stuffy as the stuffiest of special interest groups
Make a joke about your bowels and they order in the troops
Any baby with a brain could tell them everybody poops
Take a tip, take a lesson, you'll never win by messing
With the fellas at the freakin' FCC
And if you find yourself with some young sexy thing
You're gonna have to do her with your ding-a-ling
'Cause you can't say p*n*s
So they sent this little warning, they're prepared to do their worst
And they stuck it in your mailbox, hoping you could be coerced
I can think of quite another place they should have stuck it first
They may just be neurotic, or possibly psychotic
They're the fellas at the freakin' FCC!
They will make you take a tinkle when you wanna take a p*ss
And they'll make you call fellatio a trouser-friendly kiss
Here's the plain situation, there's no negotiation
With the fellas at the freakin' FCC
They're as stuffy as the stuffiest of special interest groups
Make a joke about your bowels and they order in the troops
Any baby with a brain could tell them everybody poops
Take a tip, take a lesson, you'll never win by messing
With the fellas at the freakin' FCC
And if you find yourself with some young sexy thing
You're gonna have to do her with your ding-a-ling
'Cause you can't say p*n*s
So they sent this little warning, they're prepared to do their worst
And they stuck it in your mailbox, hoping you could be coerced
I can think of quite another place they should have stuck it first
They may just be neurotic, or possibly psychotic
They're the fellas at the freakin' FCC!
