The Ballad of Super Weenie Hut Jr. Lyrics

Knock knock whose home?

One to the dome

Knock Knock whose home?

One to the

This is the ballad of

Super weenie hut jr.

Everybody's going out tonight

Everybody's looking nice

Dressed for the pillow fight

Everybody's gonna have a super weenie time

They wouldn't let me in

Said that I reeked of gin

And that just aint the super weenie way

So as I was walking home

I kicked a rock and I hummed a poem

Just to ease the feeling of feeling alone

I don't wanna be a soft punk

Im gonna flick you in your soft junk

So go ahead and tell mom and dad

To wire money to your trust fund

Cause no one ever gave me shit

And now I'm throwing bows in the pit

And now I've got a heart made of chrome

And now your taking one to the dome

Knock knock whose home?

One to the dome

Knock Knock whose home?

One to the

This is the ballad of

Super weenie hut jr.

Everybody's going out tonight

Everybody's looking nice

Dressed for the pillow fight

Everybody's gonna have a super weenie time

They wouldn't let me in

Said that I reeked of gin

And that just aint the super weenie way

So as I was walking home

I kicked a rock and I hummed a poem

Just to ease the feeling of feeling alone

I don't wanna be a soft punk

Im gonna flick you in your soft junk

So go ahead and tell mom and dad

To wire money to your trust fund

Cause no one ever gave me shit

And now I'm throwing bows in the pit

And now I've got a heart made of chrome

And now your taking one to the dome