Standin' by a pole on an old dusty road and their thumbs stretched out for a ride,
Denim vests and cheap cigarettes and it's the first time they've been outside
Locked up tight for a thousand nights and now they're free and fierce and mean and worn and tired, forlorn and lookin' for a drink

Well first there's Mario Seaweed, a tall drink of water, breaks your heart with a flip of his hair
And old Amy Froggpockets, with a body like a rocket, tellin' ya girl's got it goin' on downstairs
Put their masks on, kicked the door down busted in, guns drawn, said "Everybody up with your hands, our name is BUTT, this is a stickup if ya please!"
(This is a stickup if ya DON'T please!)

Now they're startin' fires, now they're slashin' tires, now Butt is unleashed on the land
Mario says "Amy, this may sound cockamamie, but just listen now I've got us a plan
We'll go to Fort Knox, give 'em a piece of our mind and a boot to the face and they won't know what hit 'em until they wake up and they find it's a hundred years later, we've already spent all of the gold!"

But the plan went awry, ya know Fort Knox was waitin' just to see what Butt would do when they arrived
Cuffed 'em and scuffed 'em and roughed 'em and stuffed 'em, and hauled 'em off away half-alive
They couldn't believe their plans had been ruined, and now, instead of a Mexican beach they'd be spendin' their time in the clink with nothin' to show but some bruises and black eyes and broken ol' bones

Three years later, talkin' good behavior and the warden says "Get outta my hair!"
Wonderin' what to do with all the free time on their hands because they're back at the very first square
Signin' a lease, shootin' the geese, collectin' the grease, all in one piece, they'll never cease, to act on caprice, involve the police, gettin' obese, it's time for the...

...Butt release
It's time for the...Butt release
It's time for the...Butt release
It's time for the...Butt release
It's time for the...Butt release
It's time for the...Butt release