I went up to this girl, she said, “Hi, my name is Sheena”

I thought she'd be good to go with a little Funky Cold Medina

She said, I'd like a drink, I said, “Ehm, ok, I'll go get it”

Then a couple sips, she cold licked her lips

And I knew that she was with it

So, I took her to my crib and everything went well as planned

But when she got undressed, it was a big old mess, Sheena was a man

So, I threw him out, I don't fool around with no Oscar Meyer wiener

You must be sure that the girl is pure for the Funky Cold Medina