Met a man from kingdom come, asked me if I wanted some.
Pulled out my wad of cash, said man let me see your stash.
He gave me a sort of funny look, reading me like I was a book.
I could have sworn he was forming words, but then again all I heard was Aye aye aye.
Aye aye aye. aye aye aye.

He's talking to you but he's talking smack.
Everything is turning black.
It's a miserable afternoon, what goes on in the waiting room.
We're going in with a chisel and axe, a nip tuck from front to back.
When we cut, we don't cut no slack, when we cut there ain't no turning back.
And we sing Aye aye aye.
Aye aye aye. Aye aye aye. Aye aye aye.

I've got about a hundred friends.
Some are women, and some are mens.
We mix professionally, and we mix genetically.
We go to places and we bump and we grind.
We pay money, but we don't mind.
Everybody wants a little slice,
when you're bringing home the beans and rice.
The beans and rice, the rice and beans and beans and rice,
beans and rice, the rice and the beans, if you know what I mean.
Butt Crack Rock Candy Cane.
Everybody's got a middle name.
My middle name smacks of life, ugly kid with a beautiful wife.
You're nothing but a smear on the wall, and I'm standing 'bout ten feet tall,
I look good for a drag queen, you can find us in the magazines,
where they sing Aye aye aye. Aye aye aye. Aye aye aye. Aye aye aye.
Beans and Rice. Rice and Beans. If you know what I mean.