Written on one of five pieces of paper passed around the table.
Lyrics
Don't poke me
I can't take your monkey business
Don't choke me
Who's fault is this
Don't lick me
I can't take your funny business
Now it's my turn
The tables have turned
Oh no! but where have the fat bottoms gone?
Your sins shall get burned
If you don't gramma get leaned
I can't take your funny business