Here's the story, of a great big uterus, that was causing some discomfort to this chick. All of it was self-contained, but rather full, it made the chick look fat. Here's the story, of a great big tumor, that was hanging out in this fat chick's abodomen, she was bloated, all of the time, and sometimes had the runs. Til the one day when the doctor said "enough now" and told the chick she had to make a choice either hysterectomy or U.A.E. And so she raised her voice... That tumor's lunch, that tumor's lunch and that's the way U.A.E. gave it the crunch.