You think it's an insult,
When you call me Milk Boy.
You don't understand at all,
Why milk brings me so much joy.
How can I eat... cookies,
Without milk to wash it down?
A milk moustache is so cool,
Lactose is what I call fuel.
Milk boy, milk boy,
Milk boy, milk boy,
Moo juice, I want it now!
Moo juice, I don't care how!
From a bottle or from a spout,
Or slip me under my favourite cow.
Milk bo-o-o-oy, milk bo-o-o-oy,
Milk bo-o-o-oy, milk boy, milk boy.
So set 'em up, Roy!
Another round for... milk boy.
My bones don't break; my teeth are white.
Warm milk lets me sleep alright.
Milk boy, moo moo moo!
Hello, this is Oliver Brown, and when I'm not playing ukelele,
I like to kick it back with a nice cold glass of milk.
None of this soy crap. I'm not Soy Boy, I'm Milk Boy!
And I gotta tell ya,
Late last night I woke up in the middle of the night with a hankerin'
For a cold glass of milk and I crawled down,
I crawled down those stairs - I couldn't find the light switch - I
Crawled down the stairs in the dark, and I crawled in the kitchen,
And I opened the door, and found a beautiful,
Nice cold glass of milk. I gotta tell you though,
Mmmm that milk is good. MMMM that milk is good! I can feel it, ohh!
Milk boy, milk boy, milk boy, milk boy,
Milk bo-o-o-oy, milk bo-o-o-oy,
Milk bo-o-o-oy, oh-ohh!
Milk boy, milk boy.