The Kwellada Kid

He had an itch that wouldn’t stop
He caught it from someone who didn’t wash
He had a nest for a crotch
He had one big piece of hot property
He’s just a kid
The Kwellada kid
He had an itch
Only kwellada could fix
He was afraid to drop his pants
He was embarrassed by the nasty rash
It was in the shape of all of Italy
His penis was his scratching post
He’s going back to the town
He’s gonna hunt that creature down
He’s gonna pull its panties down
And eat those crabs for lunch