Conehead
She ain't really dumb
She’s just a conehead
Potato chip crumbs
All over her face
Is there any more beer
Stashed away in her place
She's just a conehead
She can't help herself
Conehead

Picture a ring
That is the thing
That’s getting her hot
A hoop or a ring
Goin' over the top
Of her conehead
She is from a small town in France
That's what she gives me is
Conehead

When she's on her knees
The point is so high
I keep saying please
Keep it out of my eye
She's just a conehead
Remulak, Remulak, Remulak
I'm coming back
Remulak, Remulak, Remulak
[etc. repeat]