One, two, one, two, three
I don't want to urinate on myself
I don't want to urinate on anyone else
Well, I guess that really doesn't matter anymore
Because I can't control my bladder anymore
Well, I guess that all Depends (undergarments)
Well, I guess that all Depends (undergarments)
Step back into life
No more soiled nights alone
But I guess I don't have a care
Because there's not
A load in my underwear
I'm sick of offending everyone I meet (go, go, go, go)
I'm sick of crying myself to sleep on rubber sheets (go)
I had an accident today
I left a soil on a bus seat, I didn't know what to say
But, I guess it all Depends (undergarments)
Well, I guess it all Depends (undergarments)
Step back into life (go, go)
No more soiled nights alone
Well I guess that I don't have a care
If I don't have a load in my underwear
I don't want to urinate on myself
I don't want to urinate on anyone else
Well, I guess that really doesn't matter anymore
Because I can't control my bladder anymore
Well, I guess that all Depends (undergarments)
Well, I guess that all Depends (undergarments)
Step back into life
No more soiled nights alone
But I guess I don't have a care
Because there's not
A load in my underwear
I'm sick of offending everyone I meet (go, go, go, go)
I'm sick of crying myself to sleep on rubber sheets (go)
I had an accident today
I left a soil on a bus seat, I didn't know what to say
But, I guess it all Depends (undergarments)
Well, I guess it all Depends (undergarments)
Step back into life (go, go)
No more soiled nights alone
Well I guess that I don't have a care
If I don't have a load in my underwear
Lyrics submitted by ScreamingInfidelity
Depends Lyrics as written by Scott Raynor Mark Hoppus
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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“Shit Scott, that honky must be messing my old lady... got to be running cold upside down his head. You know what I‘m saying man? Hey homes, I can dig it, that brother he ain't gonna lay no big rap up on you man. I say hey sky, s'other say I wan say? Pray to J, I get the same ol same ol. Yo, knock yourself a pro slick, grey matter live performers down now take TCB'in man. Hey, you know what they say... See a broad, to get that booty yak em. You Lay her down n smack em yak em cold got to be you know man? Shit.”
He is reciting a scene from Airplane! (with a few changes), which is a conversation between two black guys who are speaking this mad jive talk, that makes no sense. At the same time, there are subtitles playing, stating what they are supposed to be saying in English.