Have you ever known a free lancer   Thinks that he's a camper   Known around my way as the cramper   Like p.m.s. always pokin'   But he won't go away with a little motrin   Now if u ever heard the term cramper and u wonder   The worms kinda like I guess a modern day felix unger   When ya first meet em ya think he's o.k.   But then you learn a little bit of the cramper goes a long way   Hear say here I say thru the grapevine   He squawks and he gawks and he walks a thin line   Just like a little fuckin fag   He always wants to get high but never has a bag   Never works says he can't find the right job   Ain't got a dime and when he does he's a tightwad   He's the dampest there's no one damp   Huh huh.... he's the muther fuckin cramper   Now the crampers red, there's no one redder,   He rides ya wrong like a really tight sweater   He's sorta like a mouse a pest of a peer   U come home he's at your house drinkin your last beer   Pokin and strokin he makes you wanna belt him   Always wearin out his mother fuckin welcome   And then sporty's never that cautious   He sips from your forty and he always backwashes   Talk about a certain subject, he'll jinx it   Let him borrow a shirt, the stooge always shrinks it   He's the dampest, there's no one damper   Huh huh.... he's the mother fuckin cramper