Garbage face, garbage face, how I love my garbage face.
When I'm not in front of a mirror, how I miss it.
I wish my lips was long enough to kiss it.
Loony face, loony face, how I love my loony face.
I walked over and kissed my bullfrog "Clyde,"
then I turned around and he committed suicide.
Crazy face, crazy face, I almost like my crazy face.
I walked over and kissed my big fat hound,
and he jumped out the window with the window down.