(Verse 1)
Toby hits the gym, every single day,
Sweatin' in the heat, but he’s got it all wrong way,
Ten years of grindin’, not a muscle in sight,
But when it comes to hygiene, man, he's lost the f***t.
(Chorus)
Oh Toby, don’t you see?
Dirty balls are not the way to be!
You gotta scrub, you gotta clean,
Or else you’ll grow mold, if you know what I mean!
(Verse 2)
Staring at the mirror, his reflection's a joke,
Mold's creeping up, like a bad smoky cloak,
He loves his rice, every single grain,
Filling up his plate, he’s living life insane.
(Chorus)
Oh Toby, don’t you see?
Dirty balls are not the way to be!
You gotta scrub, you gotta clean,
Or else you’ll grow mold, if you know what I mean!
(Bridge)
Ten years pumping iron, but it’s all in vain,
He’s still the same skinny, moldy ball chain,
A rice paradise, he can’t get enough,
But man, come on, you gotta wash that stuff!
(Chorus)
Oh Toby, don’t you see?
Dirty balls are not the way to be!
You gotta scrub, you gotta clean,
Or else you’ll grow mold, if you know what I mean!
(Outro)
So raise your voice, let’s sing it loud,
To all the Toby’s, we’re saying it proud,
Dirty balls, dirty balls, it’s time to change,
Get in the shower, stop feeling deranged!
Dirty balls, dirty balls, come on and scrub,
Let’s wash it away, it’s time to rebub!
Dirty balls, dirty balls, you gotta set them free,
Oh Toby, just listen, it’s the way to be!
