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 f**kin f**
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 f**kin 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 f**kin 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 f**kin cramper