Jack La Lanne

Jack La Lanne
Blame it on La Lanne when something goes wrong
That sweat-suited scapegoat for the exercising bomb
Put the blame
On jack La Lanne
He's our man
My lawn turned yellow, my goldfish died
I squirted some Bengay right in my eye
He's the fuc*** cause, that sweatsuited scapegoat
With the atomic sock, when he exercises me
I know he doesn't shower
When I see him beating meat
He makes me want to shower