The White Stuff

The White Stuff. The white stuff.

The first one was a sweet one.
Second one was a blast.
Soon I finished off the bag, ate ’em up real fast.
You can see ’em in my teeth,
Tell it when I talk,
Had so many my pancreas just went into shock.

I love the white stuff, baby,
In the middle of an Oreo.
I love the white stuff, baby.
It’s the most delicious thing I know.

I’ve had a zillion or two,
In my life, they’re so right.
My teeth are all rotted clear through.
But who cares? What else am I supposed to do?

Oh oh oh-oh-oh, oh Oreo.
Oh oh oh-oh-oh, the white stuff.
Oh oh oh-oh-oh, oh Oreo.
What’s in the middle? The white stuff.

The first time that I tried it
Got a big sugar buzz.
Nothing gets me high as that sandwich cookie does.
But I love the filling most,
I rub it on my roast,
Mix it in with my coffee and spread it on my toast.

I love the white stuff, baby,
In the middle of an Oreo.
I love the white stuff, baby.
Take some with me everywhere I go.

Might get a pimple or two.
Well, so what? It’s all right.
Now, Twinkies and Ding Dongs won’t do.
All I need… You know what it is.

Oh oh oh-oh-oh, oh Oreo.
Oh oh oh-oh-oh, the white stuff.
Oh oh oh-oh-oh, oh Oreo.
Oh oh oh-oh-oh, the white stuff.
Oh oh oh-oh-oh, oh Oreo.
What’s in the middle? The white stuff.