Señor Crunk!
[Verse 1]
Have you seen this lad? He said, "You'll be glad"
"If you take a sip of this and hit that" He called it "Crunk!"
Yes, I’ve seen that lad; I said, "Damn his plaid"
And I told him that his ideals were junk
Quiet, please, he'll hear you! He'll hear you!
Did you see how he was dressed? Auntie’s hair was suddenly a mess
Quiet, please, he'll hear you! He'll hear you!
"I hear you!" Oh no, it's Señor Crunk! (Oh no!)
"I've been in the bushes!" Why were you in the bushes? "Because I crazy!"
[Chorus]
They call him Señor Crunk (Señor Crunk, Señor Crunk)
They call him Señor Crunk (Señor Crunk, Señor Crunk)
He's the most smashing, most dashing, his clothes never clashing
They call him Señor Crunk (Señor Crunk, Señor Crunk)
[Verse 2]
Excuse me, sir, not to frown
But why on earth have you come to our town?
Before you came, we were doing just fine
He's not [?] (Oh, he's not [?]...)
"You’re making me feel like not a happy puppy"
He’s starting to sweat, he's startin’ to frown
He's turning red, where [?]
"I came buying gifts for you, but you're all too rude"
"So you only get two" (Two gifts, did he say? That's right, two gifts!)
(I believe he said gifts) "That’s right, I said gifts!"
(What kind of gifts?) "Mysterious gifts"
What does the future hold? What does the future hold?
(What do you have in mind?)
[Chorus]
They call him Señor Crunk (Señor Crunk, Señor Crunk)
They call him Señor Crunk (Señor Crunk, Señor Crunk)
He's the most smashing, most dashing, his clothes never clashing
They call him Señor Crunk (Señor Crunk, Señor Crunk)
[Spoken Word]
We'll never forget about what Señor Crunk did for our little town that day
(What did he do? What did he do? What did he do? What did he do?)
Well, knowing that we come from a small country town, he know we ain't cracked a smile for about four years now
(What did he do? What did he do? What did he do? What did he do?)
Doggone, that boy had a magic halibut and he rode that halibut like I never seen anyone ride a halibut before
He rode that halibut all around our town spreading happiness and joy to the children
And gave us all three back-scratches, 75-cent value
[Chorus]
They call him Señor Crunk (Señor Crunk, Señor Crunk)
They call him Señor Crunk (Señor Crunk, Señor Crunk)
He's the most smashing, most dashing, his clothes never clashing
They call him Señor Crunk (Señor Crunk, Señor Crunk)