You’re a pleaser, Mr. Scrinch
My facial hair stands high
The suds you leave are precious
Like clouds up in the sky Mr. Scrinch
I’d think no more of shaving without you than a bumblebee who can’t fly.
You’re a cleaner, Mr. Scrinch
Oils stand no chance
Without you in the morning
I’d not put on my pants Mr. Scrinch
You complete my ensemble like a baby with new Pamps.
I’ve a cheap brush, Mr. Scrinch
But you draw luxury
$12 for some badger
Buy you purchase the dream, Mr. Scrinch
You’re like a triple espresso completely devoid of cream.
You’re a slick one, Mr. Scrinch
Like wax below my skiis
If my back was in better shape—
I’d probably shave my knees, Mr Scrinch
The three words that come to mind when you’re around are, in this order: Baby. Bottom. Smooth.
My facial hair stands high
The suds you leave are precious
Like clouds up in the sky Mr. Scrinch
I’d think no more of shaving without you than a bumblebee who can’t fly.
You’re a cleaner, Mr. Scrinch
Oils stand no chance
Without you in the morning
I’d not put on my pants Mr. Scrinch
You complete my ensemble like a baby with new Pamps.
I’ve a cheap brush, Mr. Scrinch
But you draw luxury
$12 for some badger
Buy you purchase the dream, Mr. Scrinch
You’re like a triple espresso completely devoid of cream.
You’re a slick one, Mr. Scrinch
Like wax below my skiis
If my back was in better shape—
I’d probably shave my knees, Mr Scrinch
The three words that come to mind when you’re around are, in this order: Baby. Bottom. Smooth.
