You're on national tv
your life, the world to see
you're 110 percent sure
he's the father of your boy

You sit and sqirm
angry eyes upon the worm
who took your body
and violated your soul
stripped your pride 
and devoured you whole

Now he sits and denies
spouting outright lies
calling you vile names 
Jezebel, vixen, hussy and ho
not mine, he screams
only in her dreams

Yeah, I had her but so did Joe
Larry, Harry, Tom and Moe
come on with the test
that will tell you the rest

You look at him with disgust
wondering how he gained your trust
but the time is approaching
Maury needs no coaching
as he is about to read the DNA
99.999 percent, for this you will pay
The baby is yours, no gettin away

You shout for joy, your honor rewon
DNA has uncovered the father of your son
now look at him fidget, see him squirm
now the whole world knows he's a worm.