It was a weekend's eve, 
I had sex on my breath 
I was lookin' for somethin' to see. 
With a borrowed black leather
And my best fishin' hat. 
Well, it was just Wendy O. and me.

We called old Swamp 
Up on the telephone 
And said we was comin' on 
Down to pick him up 
and then, he said, 
"Hey Swampy, me and Greeny'll come along -

But only if we can bring a friend." 
"His name is Harold." 
I said "Okay."

Now, we had a 
Swamper, Greeny, Wendy O, Stanley, 
Harold of the Rocks and me. 
We hopped into my dart 
And headed for the nightbreak 
To see a man they call Schooly D.

Harold he's a friendly guy. 
He rambles on and on. 
He'll talk the balls off a rhinosaurus. 
Fact is, he just doesn't make much sense.

"Well", Stan said. 
"This guy's pretty bizarre, Gus." 

Harold of the Rocks. 

I saw Harold at a party 
Trouzy threw late one night. 
I said, "hey man, 
Do you remember me?" 
He said, "O' course 
I do Snapdad and 
Let me tell ya right 
'Bout now I'm lit 
Up like an ol' Christmas tree."

Hey bro you know I'd 
like to thank you once again for let'n me 
Hang with ya' all across the bay. 
when I look back at that night I get me a 
Warm spot across my heart." 
Then he shook my hand, and walked away. 
That's the last I seen of Harold. 

Harold of the Rocks. 

So in the end, 
Swamper and Greeny 
Finally succumb to 
The ways of Harold. 
And in doing so 
Each gave just a little bit 
Of his soul away. 
What a couple of dumbshits.