[Verse] Chrome-bone Ken, rollin' in the shadows, Steppin' on the grime, heart colder than paddles, Eats dirt for breakfast, lunch on the mud, Drips slime off his threads, stains flood. [Chorus] Ewwww Ken, you’re nasty. Dirty. Filthy. Gross. Ewwww Ken, you’re nasty. Dirty. Filthy. Gross. [Verse 2] Ken got a lurchin' lean, creepin' in the alley, Walls whisper secrets, callin' him reality, Barely see the floor through his cluttered zone, Smell of the gutter, that's how you know it's home. [Chorus] Ewwww Ken, you’re nasty. Dirty. Filthy. Gross. Ewwww Ken, you’re nasty. Dirty. Filthy. Gross. [Verse 3] Life of Ken, a circus in the basement, Dust bunnies dance, callin' it amazement, No soap, no clean, no fancy cologne, Friends keep their distance, livin' alone. [Chorus] Ewwww Ken, you’re nasty. Dirty. Filthy. Gross. Ewwww Ken, you’re nasty. Dirty. Filthy. Gross.
