5-VICE - The Floor Is Made of Lava

With Hubbabubba on my mind and a K-Mart in sight

I wouldn't think twice about calling the Vice

I wear Uso in my jacket and sugarcoated donuts for glasses

And you can call me 4-eyes, you can call me Old Spice

All I hear is thunder in a blue balloon

Just around the corner there's summer and a bag of baboons

I've got a taste for perfume

You taste like toast in a jumpsuite

Like a canary in a mine and a "fuck" in a rhyme

I'm feelin' filthy uptight and Vanilla Ice-like

5-VICE, 5-VICE

I got a futon in my kitchen, Peter Pan will never land and listen

And you can know karate, you're just a Yoohoo in a carny

All I hear is thunder in a blue balloon

Just around the corner there's summer and a bag of baboons

I've got a taste for perfume

You taste like toast in a jumpsuite