I was born in a weigles in the middle of the store
While daddy pumped gas, momma pumped more
She squeezed me out in the middle of the floor
And I did a little dance for the overnight cashier
She said, “good morning-oh Lordy there’s an awful lot of fluid in here”
So I looked down the aisle and I looked at my mother
Grabbed a little jar of creamy peanut butter
I scooped it out with my tiny, wet hands
Balanced on a tower of Pringles cans to reach thе shelf by myself
I was 32 seconds old
I was born in a Wеigles off Western Avenue
I had a nibble of some brittle in the gas hospital
But I knew it’ll be a little better to chew
And I was slamming milk
Silk and sweeter than my momma built
I was swaddled in a corndog quilt
Underneath a W moon
Well, the years went by and I got a little higher
Plus my height grew too and I never got tired
I was cleaner than the sheen of an Icee machine
Producing more power than gasoline
A tiny little bean on a trampoline:
I was a pre-teen Adeem
And we were married in a Weigles but we skipped champagne
Had a fountain of milk cos we couldn’t abstain
Bought a little land near the mountain range
And put a little a cabin out in Strawberry Plains
Found ourselves a Weigles parking lot
Made a little spark ’til the car got hot
Let it erupt and sure enough, we do the whole thing over again
I was born in a Weigles off Western Avenue
I had a nibble of some brittle in the gas hospital
But I knew it’ll be a little better to chew
And when the time came?
I chewed it ’til I give myself a migraine
I didn’t stutter- I LOVE peanut butter
And another thing- well, I don’t have another thing to say