Clay Aiken You’re a Hunk

(to the tune of Sugar Pie Honey Bunch)

Oooo Clay-Ai ken you’re a hunk,

I just want to hug you

Oh I’d hug you myself

Je-rome-choos-es somebody else

Stand in line in-side

or out in the cold

Front-row seats are so hard to-find

I’d up-grade them a thousand times

When you ask for singers

then wink your eye

I just drool-o-ver you

I’ve tried and I just can’t sing

and my dancin, it just won’t do

If you called my name

oh I think I’d faint

Give it my best shot

Cause you are so hot

And even tho I try

Je-rome just walks on by

Clay-Ai ken you’re a hunk

If I got a hug from you

Oh I’d just pinch myself

Don’t-want-to hug nobody else

Clay-Ai ken you’re a hunk