Bloodhound Gang

ACTIVE:	1990s -
FORMED:	0000년 / 미국
DEBUT:	1995년 / Use Your Fingers
MEMBERS:	Evil Jared - 불명 Jimmy Pop Ali - 불명 Lupus - 불명 Q-Ball - 불명 Spanky G - 불명
STYLE:	하드 락 하드코어 팝 펑크 락 그런지 얼터너티브 락 펑크 메탈 헤비 메탈
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10 Coolest Things About New Jersey

작곡:Unknown

Bloodhound Gang

0:11

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When The Stripper Is Crying

Bloodhound Gang

5:38

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert
That night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love.
It had been a while.
In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went
since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10.
I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons
through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops.
Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips,
milky white skin and baby blue eyes.
Name was Russell.

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave",
this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls
like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock.
Said her name was Bambi and I said, "Well that's a coincidence darlin',
‘cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer."
Well she smiled, had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern,
and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask
as I do my little kooky dance.
And then she told me to shush.
I guess she could sense my desperation.
‘Course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like Minnie Pearl.

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true.
So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ
is jackhammering Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole
with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something
resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus's tummy-tum?"
Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later
I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean.
Got to nail her back at her trailer.
Heh. That rhymes.
I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on
when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula.

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch,
gave the tranny a spin and slid on into
The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop.
There I was browsin' through the latest issue of "Throb",
when I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton.
Well, my heart just dropped.
So, I decided to do what any good Christian would.
You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice
and polish the one-eyed gopher when your doin' seventy-five
in an eighteen-wheeler.
I never thought missing children could be so sexy.
Did I say that out loud?

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave", 
this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls 
like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock.
Said her name was Bambi and I said, "Well that's a coincidence darlin', 
‘cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer."
Well she smiled, had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern, 
and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask 
as I do my little kooky dance. 
And then she told me to shush. 
I guess she could sense my desperation. 
‘Course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like Minnie Pearl.

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true. 
So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ 
is jackhammering Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole 
with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something 
resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus's tummy-tum?"
Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later 
I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean. 
Got to nail her back at her trailer. 
Heh. That rhymes. 
I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on 
when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula.

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch, 
gave the tranny a spin and slid on into 
The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop. 
There I was browsin' through the latest issue of "Throb", 
when I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton. 
Well, my heart just dropped. 
So, I decided to do what any good Christian would. 
You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice 
and polish the one-eyed gopher when your doin' seventy-five 
in an eighteen-wheeler. 
I never thought missing children could be so sexy. 
Did I say that out loud?

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When The Stripper Is Crying

작곡:Jimmy Pop Ali

Bloodhound Gang

5:38

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert
That night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love.
It had been a while.
In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went
since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10.
I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons
through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops.
Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips,
milky white skin and baby blue eyes.
Name was Russell.

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave",
this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls
like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock.
Said her name was Bambi and I said, "Well that's a coincidence darlin',
'cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer."
Well she smiled, had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern,
and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask
as I do my little kooky dance.
And then she told me to shush.
I guess she could sense my desperation.
'Course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like Minnie Pearl.

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true.
So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ
is jackhammering Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole
with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something
resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus's tummy-tum?"
Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later
I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean.
Got to nail her back at her trailer.
Heh. That rhymes.
I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on
when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula.

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch,
gave the tranny a spin and slid on into
The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop.
There I was browsin' through the latest issue of "Throb",
when I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton.
Well, my heart just dropped.
So, I decided to do what any good Christian would.
You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice
and polish the one-eyed gopher when you're doin' seventy-five
in an eighteen-wheeler.
I never thought missing children could be so sexy.
Did I say that out loud?

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave",
this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls
like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock.
Said her name was Bambi and I said, "Well that's a coincidence darlin',
'cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer."
Well she smiled, had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern,
and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask
as I do my little kooky dance.
And then she told me to shush.
I guess she could sense my desperation.
'Course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like Minnie Pearl.

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true.
So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ
is jackhammering Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole
with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something
resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus's tummy-tum?"
Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later
I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean.
Got to nail her back at her trailer.
Heh. That rhymes.
I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on
when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula.

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch,
gave the tranny a spin and slid on into
The Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop.
There I was browsin' through the latest issue of "Throb",
when I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton.
Well, my heart just dropped.
So, I decided to do what any good Christian would.
You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice
and polish the one-eyed gopher when you're doin' seventy-five
in an eighteen-wheeler.
I never thought missing children could be so sexy.
Did I say that out loud?

Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'
Well I find it's quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Along Comes Mary

Bloodhound Gang

3:20

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

Every time I think that
I'm the only one who's lonely
Someone calls on me
And every now and then
I spend my time at rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me

And then along comes Mary
And does she want to give me kicks and be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather tales from all the fails and tribulations
No one ever sees
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When vague desire is the fire
In the eyes of chicks whose sickness
Is the games they play
And when the masquerade is played
The neighbor folks make jokes
At who is most to blame today

And then along comes Mary
And does she want to set them free and
Let them see reality
From where she got her name
And will they struggle much
when told that such a tender touch of hers
Will make them not the same
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

And when the morning of the warning's passed
The gassed and flaccid kids
Are flung across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs have all been sung
And hung upon the scars

And then along comes Mary
And does she want to see the stains,
The dead remains of all the pain
She left the night before
Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies
And make them realize
Their urgent cry for sight no more
When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch

Along Comes Mary

작곡:Tandyn Almer

Bloodhound Gang

3:25

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

Every time I think that I'm
The only one who's lonely someone
Calls on me
And every now and then I spend
My time at rhyme and verse and curse those
Faults in me

And then along comes Mary
Mary, Mary
Then along comes Mary
Mary, Mary

And does she want to give me kicks
And be my steady chick and give me pick
Of memories?
Or maybe rather gather tales from all the
Fails and tribulations no one
Ever sees?

When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch

When vague desire is the fire in
The eyes of chicks whose sickness is the
Games they play
And when the masquerade is played and neighbor
Folks make jokes as who is most to
Blame today

And then along comes Mary
Mary, Mary
Then along comes Mary
Mary, Mary

And does she want to set them free
And let them see reality from where she
Got her name?
And will they struggle much when told that such
A tender touch of hers will make them
Not the same?

When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch

And when the morning of the warning's passed
The gassed and flaccid kids are flung
Across the stars
The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs are left unsung and hung
Upon the scars

And then along comes Mary
Mary, Mary
Then along comes Mary
Mary, Mary

And does she want to see the stains the
Dead remains of all the pains she left the
Night before?
Or will their wakin' eyes reflect the lies
And make them realize their urgent cry for
Sight no more?

When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch
Sweet as the punch

Every time I think that I'm 
The only one who's lonely someone 
Calls on me 
And every now and then I spend 
My time at rhyme and verse and curse those 
Faults in me

And then along comes Mary 
Mary, Mary 
Then along comes Mary 
Mary, Mary

And does she want to give me kicks 
And be my steady chick and give me pick 
Of memories? 
Or maybe rather gather tales from all the 
Fails and tribulations no one 
Ever sees?

When we met I was sure out to lunch 
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch 
Sweet as the punch

When vague desire is the fire in 
The eyes of chicks whose sickness is the 
Games they play 
And when the masquerade is played and neighbor 
Folks make jokes as who is most to 
Blame today

And then along comes Mary 
Mary, Mary 
Then along comes Mary 
Mary, Mary

And does she want to set them free 
And let them see reality from where she 
Got her name? 
And will they struggle much when told that such 
A tender touch of hers will make them 
Not the same?

When we met I was sure out to lunch 
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch 
Sweet as the punch

And when the morning of the warning's passed 
The gassed and flaccid kids are flung 
Across the stars 
The psychodramas and the traumas gone 
The songs are left unsung and hung 
Upon the scars

And then along comes Mary 
Mary, Mary 
Then along comes Mary 
Mary, Mary

And does she want to see the stains the 
Dead remains of all the pains she left the 
Night before? 
Or will their wakin' eyes reflect the lies 
And make them realize their urgent cry for 
Sight no more?

When we met I was sure out to lunch 
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch 
Sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch 
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When we met I was sure out to lunch 
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch 
Sweet as the punch

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Altogether Ooky

Bloodhound Gang

4:12

from Bloodhound Gang - Altogether Ooky [single] (2010)

Caught you sniffing my boxers
Who the fuck does that at Red Lobster?
Creepy, like when Tom Cruise laughs
That's how your finger felt in my ass

I'm gonna come to your house on the back of a horse with
A bunch of villagers carrying torches
Most of whom dislike monsters like you, girl

The way your kisses tasted
Skeeve me the hell out, like shitting naked
Why would I wanna stay friends?
Rather get raped by clowns again

I'm gonna come to your house on the back of a horse with
A bunch of villagers carrying torches
Most of whom dislike monsters like you, girl

I'm gonna come to your house on the back of a horse with
A bunch of villagers carrying torches
Most of whom dislike monsters like you, girl

Put the lotion on the skin
Or else I get the hose again
Put the lotion on the skin
Or else I get the hose again

Put the lotion on the skin
Or else I get the hose again
Put the lotion on the skin
Or else I get the hose again

Put the lotion on the skin
Or else I get the hose again
Put the lotion on the skin
Or else I get the hose again

Asleep At The Wheel

작곡:Jimmy Pop Ali,Jimmy Pop Ali

Bloodhound Gang

4:06

from Bloodhound Gang - One Fierce Beer Coaster (1997)

Bloodhounds shall cruise rendevous
Break curfew new trip ensues
You never know Bloodhounds just go
Pack backpack up for down the road
No change of clothes but change for tolls
pack of No-Doz Rolos and Skoal
Old Milwaukee Jolt black coffee
Sugar Daddy Rand McNally
A pack of jacks those orange Tic-Tacs
Glen Miller tracks roll of Kodak
The phantom black stacked Pontiac
Hot rod dual quads and in the back
Is the beat keeper big ass speaker
Jumbo woofer rattle tweeter
Dial is turned and there it's stayin'
The next day where Stern is playin'
You got your Jesus on the dashboard but the devil's under my hood
You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
I-95 eight lanes wide
Midnight drive take a ride
Alongside east coast tide
Getting high so am I
Bloodshot red eyes from the fumes
I consume engine zoom then engine boom
Then engine glow erupt and blow
And overflow like volcano
So far to go can't turn back though
Cheap tobacco cup of black Joe
Fuelin' my body jumpstartin' my soul
Set my mind on cruise control
You got your Jesus on the dashboard but the devil's under my hood
You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
24-7 Truck Stop Plaza
Turn off headlights turn on hazards
3 A.M. is when I gazed
Eyes glazed I'm dazed and then I fade
To black now were back
'On The Road' like Kerouac
Down the turnpike high rate of speed
Up all night like Gilbert Gottfried
You got your Jesus on the dashboard but the devil's under my hood
You're taking it down legal I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your co-pilot I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to heaven but on the road to hell there's none
Get up you're asleep at the wheel

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B.H.G.P.S.A.

Bloodhound Gang

0:23

from Bloodhound Gang - Use Your Fingers (1995)

Balls Out

Bloodhound Gang

from Otto Ackermann, Lovro Von Matacic - Four Last Songs Etc (2004)

Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick

I don't give a shit about celebrity
But motherfuckers did ya happen to see who's here? me
The bottom feeder at the top of the food chain
Frontin' from the back of the line on some dude named
After car parts that as fast as a spark hitting gas
Starts a fire gets wired from barbs that
Cut like a jalapeno popper fart
Burnin' up an asshole that once ripped apart
Punched hard but it ain't like I ever cared if I went
Too far as stitches left scars from more clowns bent
Outta shape than the Cirque du Soleil ever had so
Though he throws his weight around he's still in my shadow
In the dark so he doesn't know his girl remarked that I make her
Laugh on the inside but I can hear it later
With my dick as her other cunt gets screwed
In the process I got to get hot chicks nude

The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches

Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up

Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick

Thanks to you bitches I got more screams
Than David Arquette's resume what that means
Is my job involves getting' mobbed like John Gotti
Dressed to kill like I'm Gianni Versace
But I gotta be so when a gimp limps back for more
In a huff like that fat kid that had to sit out for
Every gym class due to his asthma that wore
One correctional shoe but still passed that I swore
I spotted at the smorgasbord sprintin' for seconds
That I reckon ain't as sloppy as the leftovers gettin'
Me clocked by blocked cock pissed my tryst with his missus
Got her panties in a bunch just like his is
That my face between her legs? because that could be
What convinced this dick getting' hard I'm a pussy
But if that were my name I would have autographed her breasts with
Motherfuckin' dollar signs instead of S's

The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches

Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up

Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick

I don't give a shit about celebrity
But motherfuckers did ya happen to see who's here? me
The bottom feeder at the top of the food chain
Frontin' from the back of the line on some dude named
After car parts that as fast as a spark hitting gas
Starts a fire gets wired from barbs that
Cut like a jalapeno popper fart
Burnin' up an asshole that once ripped apart
Punched hard but it ain't like I ever cared if I went
Too far as stitches left scars from more clowns bent
Outta shape than the Cirque du Soleil ever had so
Though he throws his weight around he's still in my shadow
In the dark so he doesn't know his girl remarked that I make her
Laugh on the inside but I can hear it later
With my dick as her other cunt gets screwed
In the process I got to get hot chicks nude

The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches

Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up

Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick

Thanks to you bitches I got more screams
Than David Arquette's resume what that means
Is my job involves getting' mobbed like John Gotti
Dressed to kill like I'm Gianni Versace
But I gotta be so when a gimp limps back for more
In a huff like that fat kid that had to sit out for
Every gym class due to his asthma that wore
One correctional shoe but still passed that I swore
I spotted at the smorgasbord sprintin' for seconds
That I reckon ain't as sloppy as the leftovers gettin'
Me clocked by blocked cock pissed my tryst with his missus
Got her panties in a bunch just like his is
That my face between her legs? because that could be
What convinced this dick getting' hard I'm a pussy
But if that were my name I would have autographed her breasts with
Motherfuckin' dollar signs instead of S's

The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches

Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up

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Balls Out

작곡:Jimmy Franks,Matthew Stigliano

Bloodhound Gang

4:19

from Bloodhound Gang - Hefty Fine (2005)

Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick

The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches

Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up
Balls out my life is a slut
This dick don't hit the bottom but I fuck the sides up

Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick
Potent is the flow which is wicked sick
So hos of those that pounce bounce slow on the dick

The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches
The payback is cum in fools' circles if it's
Those turnin' on those turnin' on the bitches

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Boom

작곡:Jimmy Pop Ali,Jimmy Pop Ali

Bloodhound Gang

4:06

from Bloodhound Gang - One Fierce Beer Coaster (1997)

Yo Bloodhound Gang and Rob Van Winkle together on this track
Stop as we drop this bomb
Blow up this place like another Vietnam
Heavy like a Tyson blow to the dome
Back up son give me room give me room
To set it off like this don't give it up
I'm all up in you till you just can't get enough
Real hard to the bone you want more
I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door
Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
So check the wrath it's for real I'm gonna get mine
Roll up on you like Eastwood
Blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your neighborhood
I spreads butter like Parkay
Real smooth with flow and even when I parlay
Do what you feel and check the skill
I'm in your grill peep this I got the raw deal
I'm in your Jeep Grand Cherokee or Land Cruiser
When you're rolling through the hood you want to use a
Track like this all up in your eardrum
So check the E.Q. and let them speakers hum
And gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and ill as a heart attack
Round one round two knockout
Straight to your head my round never lights out
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a
Jimmy Jimmy y'all Jimmy damn Jimmy yea
Gimme the mic Rob so I can take it away
Got more lines than the welfare office
Are you upset you'll never get to be as clever as this?
Spreadin' quicker than your mom have a feel but don't cop it
Yea I stole your beat but that's cause you dropped it
Crude as oil unrefined but slick
I'm gonna get you from behind like a gay convict
Cause my name ain't Quasimodo but I still got a hunch
That like the Jim Jones cult I'll take you out with one punch
You're Spiro Agnew and I'm the Dick you answer to
You're sweating like a watermelon at a Baptist bar-b-cue
Sneaking up like celery yeah I'm stalking
I squeak like Stephen Hawkings yeah but I'm walkin'
Nose to ground so this Bloodhound will sniff and follow it
I hope you choke on your pride when I make you swallow it
Screaming like a Mimi when you see me coming near you
Like a Kenny Loggins' record no one's ever gonna to hear you
Like a game of hide and seek it's all over if I see ya
Cause your yellower than tinkle and you'll be running like diarrhea
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee
Tah rah tah rah tah rah boom dee a

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Coo Coo Ca Choo

Bloodhound Gang

2:37

from Bloodhound Gang - Use Your Fingers (1995)

Coo coo ca choo baby you that's what you are
You are a Hollywood star you're the high priestess by far
And you know this tune's for you we call it Coo Coo Ca Choo
And it's a very brief description of the things we could do to you

Your body is incredible.

You were lookin' at me I was l lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo
You were l lookin' at me I was lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo now whatcha gonna do?

You were lookin' at me I was l lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo
You were l lookin' at me I was lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo now whatcha gonna do?

Oil me up quick Miss Daisy before I'm lubin' up your tailpipe
Or the bedposts will be a knockin' and a knockin' 'til the break of light
Raised and dazed in a million and one ways
Like a Morton's coffee roll I want you hot and glazed
You're not the real thing baby you're Parkay you're not butter
Gonna have to get you home and lube you up with Fluffernutter
Scope it scope it baby lookin' so fit
Playin' games and layin' dames you know I know you know it
Quick to get the condom you know the Jimmy fits too snug
Lean you against the fireplace and ride you on the bearskin rug
Chow down my Ding Dong come and sing-a-long
Slip a grip around my tip and then you'll be my Klingon
Now in my sweatpants you're gonna see my erection
Ooh oh pick a de pop pop Perfection
Umpla dumpla dippedee do
'Cause I'd never leave the house if Mommy looked like you

You were lookin' at me I was l lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo
You were l lookin' at me I was lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo now whatcha gonna do?

You were lookin' at me I was l lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo
You were l lookin' at me I was lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo now whatcha gonna do?

Butter up butter cup did ya really think it would really last that long?
My attention span hutches and when you wake up you know that I'll be gone
Cocoa butter beach blonde wearin' that thin thong
You know I got a thing for you it's only an inch long
Pickin' up your signals like you're a T.V. station
I'm lookin' for the channel to have immoral applications
Lookin' so fine Cosmo behind
Fermentation of time like Riunite wine
Well I'm bubblin' up and steamin' like an active volcano
I think I clogged up all your pipes better get yourself some Drano
I get annoyed 'cause I can't avoid
Baby sounding like a mongoloid
I gots the skills to keep ya busy all night
If you do not bite I hope you blow like dynamite
Happy Thanksgiving would you like a little white meat?
I'll stuff my Butterballs then you can eat

You were lookin' at me I was l lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo
You were l lookin' at me I was lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo now whatcha gonna do?

You were lookin' at me I was l lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo
You were l lookin' at me I was lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo now whatcha gonna do?

You were lookin' at me I was l lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo
You were l lookin' at me I was lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo now whatcha gonna do?

You were lookin' at me I was l lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo
You were l lookin' at me I was lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo now whatcha gonna do?

You were lookin' at me
You were lookin' at me

Your body is incredible.

You were lookin' at me I was l lookin' at you 
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo 
You were l lookin' at me I was lookin' at you 
Coo coo ca choo now whatcha gonna do?

Oil me up quick Miss Daisy before I'm lubin' up your tailpipe 
Or the bedposts will be a knockin' and a knockin' 'til the break of light 
Raised and dazed in a million and one ways 
Like a Morton's coffee roll I want you hot and glazed 
You're not the real thing baby you're Parkay you're not butter 
Gonna have to get you home and lube you up with Fluffernutter 
Scope it scope it baby lookin' so fit 
Playin' games and layin' dames you know I know you know it 
Quick to get the condom you know the Jimmy fits too snug 
Lean you against the fireplace and ride you on the bearskin rug 
Chow down my Ding Dong come and sing-a-long 
Slip a grip around my tip and then you'll be my Klingon 
Now in my sweatpants you're gonna see my erection 
Ooh oh pick a de pop pop Perfection 
Umpla dumpla dippedee do 
'Cause I'd never leave the house if Mommy looked like you

You were lookin' at me I was l lookin' at you 
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo 
You were l lookin' at me I was lookin' at you 
Coo coo ca choo now whatcha gonna do?

Butter up butter cup did ya really think it would really last that long? 
My attention span hutches and when you wake up you know that I'll be gone 
Cocoa butter beach blonde wearin' that thin thong 
You know I got a thing for you it's only an inch long 
Pickin' up your signals like you're a T.V. station 
I'm lookin' for the channel to have immoral applications 
Lookin' so fine Cosmo behind 
Fermentation of time like Riunite wine 
Well I'm bubblin' up and steamin' like an active volcano 
I think I clogged up all your pipes better get yourself some Drano 
I get annoyed 'cause I can't avoid 
Baby sounding like a mongoloid 
I gots the skills to keep ya busy all night 
If you do not bite I hope you blow like dynamite 
Happy Thanksgiving would you like a little white meat? 
I'll stuff my Butterballs then you can eat

You were lookin' at me I was l lookin' at you 
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo 
You were l lookin' at me I was lookin' at you 
Coo coo ca choo now whatcha gonna do?

You were lookin' at me 
You were lookin' at me

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Diarrhea Runs In The Family

Bloodhound Gang

from Otto Ackermann, Lovro Von Matacic - Four Last Songs Etc (2004)

Diarrhea Runs In The Family (Skit)

작곡:Jimmy Franks

Bloodhound Gang

0:24

from Bloodhound Gang - Hefty Fine (2005)

Earlameyer The Butt Pirate

Bloodhound Gang

0:10

from Bloodhound Gang - Use Your Fingers (1995)

Farting With A Walkman On

Bloodhound Gang

from Otto Ackermann, Lovro Von Matacic - Four Last Songs Etc (2004)

Farting With A Walkman On

작곡:Jimmy Franks

Bloodhound Gang

3:27

from Bloodhound Gang - Hefty Fine (2005)

Fire Water Burn

작곡:Richard Fowler,Richard Fowler

Bloodhound Gang

4:52

from Bloodhound Gang - One Fierce Beer Coaster (1997)

The roof the roof the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker burn
Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy
I'm not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high
So I don't know mofo if y'all peeps be buggin' give props to my ho
cause she all fly
But I can take the heat cause I'm the other white meat known as 'Kid
Funky Fried'
Yea I'm hung like planet Pluto hard to see with the naked eye
But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it where the sun don't
shine
Cause I'm kind of like Han Solo always stroking my own wookie
I'm the root of all that's evil yea but you can call me cookie
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker burn
Yo yo this hard-core ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice
I'm not black like Barry White no I am white like Frank Black is
So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me seven
This honkey's gone to heaven
But if I go to hell then I hope I burn well
I'll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye, and Lawrence
Welk
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist
And Webster yea Emmanuel Lewis cause he's the anti-Christ
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker burn
Everybody here we go
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Throw your hands in the air
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Wave 'em like you don't care
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Everbody say ho
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Everybody here we go

Fire Water Burn

Bloodhound Gang

from Fahrenheit 911 (2005)

The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker burn

Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy
I'm not old or new but middle school fifth grade
like junior high
I don't know mofo if y'all peeps be buggin' givin' props
to my ho 'cause she fly
But I can take the heat 'cause I'm the other white meat known as Kid Funky Fried
Yeah I'm hung like planet Pluto hard to see
with the naked eye
But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it
where the sun don't shine
'Cause I'm kind of like Han Solo
always strokin' my own Wookiee
I'm the root of all that's evil yeah
but you can call me Cookie

The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker burn

Yo yo this hardcore ghetto gangster image
takes a lot of practice
I'm not black like Barry White no I am white like
Frank Black is
So if man is five and the Devil is six
than that must make me seven
This honky's gone to heaven
But if I go to hell well then I hope I burn well
I'll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye,
Martha Raye, and Lawrence Welk
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain
and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist
And Webster yeah Emmanuel Lewis
'cause he's the Anti-Christ

The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
The roof the roof the roof is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker burn

Everybody here we go
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Throw your hands in the air
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Wave 'em like you don't care
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Everybody say ho
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Everybody here we go

Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Throw your hands in the air
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Wave 'em like you don't care
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Everybody say ho
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Everybody here we go

Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Throw your hands in the air
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Wave 'em like you don't care
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Everybody say ho
Ohh Ohh
C'mon party people
Ohh Ohh
Everybody here we go

The roof the roof the roof is on fire 
The roof the roof the roof is on fire 
The roof the roof the roof is on fire 
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn 
Burn motherfucker burn

Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy 
I'm not old or new but middle school fifth grade 
like junior high 
I don't know mofo if y'all peeps be buggin' givin' props 
to my ho 'cause she fly 
But I can take the heat 'cause I'm the other white meat known as Kid Funky Fried 
Yeah I'm hung like planet Pluto hard to see 
with the naked eye 
But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it 
where the sun don't shine 
'Cause I'm kind of like Han Solo 
always strokin' my own Wookiee 
I'm the root of all that's evil yeah 
but you can call me Cookie

The roof the roof the roof is on fire 
The roof the roof the roof is on fire 
The roof the roof the roof is on fire 
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn 
Burn motherfucker burn

Yo yo this hardcore ghetto gangster image 
takes a lot of practice 
I'm not black like Barry White no I am white like 
Frank Black is 
So if man is five and the Devil is six 
than that must make me seven 
This honky's gone to heaven 
But if I go to hell well then I hope I burn well 
I'll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, 
Martha Raye, and Lawrence Welk 
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain 
and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist 
And Webster yeah Emmanuel Lewis 
'cause he's the Anti-Christ

The roof the roof the roof is on fire 
The roof the roof the roof is on fire 
The roof the roof the roof is on fire 
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn 
Burn motherfucker burn

Everybody here we go 
Ohh Ohh 
C'mon party people 
Ohh Ohh 
Throw your hands in the air 
Ohh Ohh 
C'mon party people 
Ohh Ohh 
Wave 'em like you don't care 
Ohh Ohh 
C'mon party people 
Ohh Ohh 
Everybody say ho 
Ohh Ohh 
C'mon party people 
Ohh Ohh 
Everybody here we go

Ohh Ohh 
C'mon party people 
Ohh Ohh 
Throw your hands in the air 
Ohh Ohh 
C'mon party people 
Ohh Ohh 
Wave 'em like you don't care 
Ohh Ohh 
C'mon party people 
Ohh Ohh 
Everybody say ho 
Ohh Ohh 
C'mon party people 
Ohh Ohh 
Everybody here we go

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Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Bloodhound Gang

from Otto Ackermann, Lovro Von Matacic - Four Last Songs Etc (2004)

Vulcanize the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet

Cattle prod the oyster ditch
With the lap rocket

Batter dip the cranny ax
In the gut locker

Retrofit the pudding hatch
Ooh la la
With the boink swatter

If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I brazillian wax poetic so hypothetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Marinate the nether rod
In the squish mitten

Power drill the yippee bog
With the dude piston

Pressure wash the quiver bone
In the bitch wrinkle

Cannonball the fiddle cove
Ooh la la
With the pork steeple

If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I brazillian wax poetic so hypothetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush

Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where pronto
[출처] "Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo" - Bloodhound Gang |작성자 락현

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo

작곡:Jared Hennegan,Jimmy Franks

Bloodhound Gang

2:52

from Bloodhound Gang - Hefty Fine (2005)

Vulcanize the whoopee stick
In the ham wallet
Cattle prod the oyster ditch
With the lap rocket
Batter dip the cranny ax
In the gut locker
Retrofit the pudding hatch
Ooh la la
With the boink swatter
If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I brazillian wax poetic so hypothetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush
Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Marinate the nether rod
In the squish mitten
Power drill the yippee bog
With the dude piston
Pressure wash the quiver bone
In the bitch wrinkle
Cannonball the fiddle cove
Ooh la la
With the pork steeple
If i get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then
In lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though
I brazillian wax poetic so hypothetically
I don't wanna beat around the bush
Foxtrot Unifrom Charlie Kilo
Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where
Put the you know what in the you know where pronto

Ghost Track (Bloodhound Gang/Hooray)

작곡:Not Applicable

Bloodhound Gang

3:37

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

Go Dowm

Bloodhound Gang

2:26

from Bloodhound Gang - Use Your Fingers (1995)

Going Nowhere Slow

작곡:Lupus,Lupus

Bloodhound Gang

4:21

from Bloodhound Gang - One Fierce Beer Coaster (1997)

Got the mike in my hand but can I make you understand
That a-hole bands have a-hole fans
Bloodhound's the name and the Gang's to blame
Like Chan n' Chin the Siamese twins it's one in the same
So fame ain't gonna live forever
Never worrying about dying cause it can't be any better
But whatever happens to happen always happens for the worst
And if the worst is yet to happen I hope it happens to you first
So hello Joe what do you know?
Heard ya just got back from a Bloodhound show
Did you do the Batussi or did you do the Hustle?
Did you do the Flamin' Waffle or the Super Bowl Shuffle?
No matter what you did you're gonna be amused
If you were not entertained you did not drink enough booze
If ya get your eyes a'fuzzin' then we'll get your ears a'buzzin'
Cause we play around the world you play around with your cousin
Bloodhound boys
Bloodhound girls
Bloodhound noise
Bloodhound world
Rock on rock on do it dusk til' dawn
Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone
Don't matter what town what state what show
Hell-bound Bloodhound going nowhere slow
We rock Philadelphia Baltimore Las Vegas Indianapolis
Louisville Atlanta New Orleans and Minneapolis
Houston Tucson Phoenix Buffalo
Tulsa Mobile Albuquerque Wichita and Orlando
Portland Salt Lake City Memphis Washington D.C.
Charlotte Oklahoma City Little Rock and Milwuakee
Cleveland Tampa Norfolk Dallas Raleigh Hartford Cincinatti
Boston Nashville Kansas City Chattanooga and Miami
Honolulu Richmond Austin Pittsburgh San Antonio
Baton Rouge and Anchorage and Birmingham and Toledo
Denver Detroit Dayton Spokane Fresno
And Jacksonville Colombus Springfield New York Sacramento
Los Angeles St. Paul St. Louis San Francisco
Madison Knoxville Seattle San Jose and San Diego
Jackson Omaha Des Moines Boise Providence Chicago
But no where in New Jersey that's the only place we won't go
Bloodhound boys
Bloodhound girls
Bloodhound noise
Bloodhound world
Rock on rock on do it dusk til' dawn
Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone
Don't matter what town what state what show
Hell-bound Bloodhound going nowhere slow

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Hefty Fine

작곡:Jimmy Franks

Bloodhound Gang

0:5

from Bloodhound Gang - Hefty Fine (2005)

Hell Yeah

Bloodhound Gang

5:02

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

Alright now boys and girls we've got another story for you now!
We want to introduce to you another friend of the Bible!

Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah

If I were God there would be no explicit sex on T.V.
Like little Opie eating pie when he made it with Aunt Bea

If I were God thou shall not worship false Billy Idols
And thou shall add the Book Of Flavor Flav to the Bible
Thou shall make fun of Hindus thou shall not make a "Speed 2"
If I were God that's what I'd do Heavens no

Hell yeah (x4)

If I were God I'd get a bunch of slaves to do everything
Norwegian lesbians that feed me grapes and know how to sing

If I were God thou shall not wear tube socks with Flip-Flops
Thou shall sit and thou shall spin thou shall even wife swap
Thou shall resist the Olsen Twins, thou shall not cut "Footloose"
If I were God that's what I'd do, Heavens no

Hell yeah (x4)

And when they nail my pimpled ass to the cross
I'll tell them I found Jesus that should throw them off
He goes by the name Jesus and steals hubcaps from cars
Oh Jesus can I borrow your crowbar?
To pry these God damn nails out they're beginning to hurt
Crucified and all I got was this lousy T-shirt
"I Can't Believe It's Not Butter!" I'll sing as I'm flogged
Yeah that's what I would do if I were God
So vote for me for Savior and you'll go to Heaven
Your lame duck Lord is like Kevin Spacey in "Seven"
With creepy threats of H-E-Double-Hockey-Stick
You just can't teach an old God new tricks
But would I be a good Messiah with my low self-esteem?
If I don't believe in myself would that be blasphemy?
Just sport some crummy "holier than thou" facade
Yeah that's what I would do if I were God

Hell Yeah

작곡:Jimmy Pop Ali

Bloodhound Gang

5:02

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

Alright now boys and girls, we've got another story for you now.
We want to introduce to you another friend of the Bible.

Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah

If I were God there would be no explicit sex on T.V.
Like little Opie eating pie when he made it with Aunt Bea

If I were God thou shall not worship false Billy Idols
And thou shall add the Book Of Flavor Flav to the Bible
Thou shall make fun of Hindus thou shall not make a speed 2
If I were God that's what I'd do heavens no

Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah

If I were God I'd get a bunch of slaves to do everything
Norwegian lesbians that feed me grapes and know how to sing

If I were God thou shall not wear tube socks with Flip-Flops
Thou shall sit and thou shall spin thou shall even wife swap
Thou shall resist the Olsen Twins thou shall not cut Footloose
If I were God that's what I'd do heavens no

Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah

And when they nail my pimpled ass to the cross
I'll tell them I found Jesus that should throw them off
He goes by the name Jesus and steals hubcaps from cars
Oh Jesus can I borrow your crowbar?
To pry these God damn nails out they're beginning to hurt
Crucified and all I got was this lousy T-shirt
I Can't Believe It's Not Butter I'll sing as I'm flogged
Yeah that's what I would do if I were God
So vote for me for Savior and you'll go to heaven
Your lame duck Lord is like Kevin Spacey in Seven
With creepy threats of H-E-Double-Hockey-Stick
You just can't teach an old God new tricks
But would I be a good Messiah with my low self-esteem?
If I don't believe in myself would that be blasphemy?
Just sport some crummy holier than thou facade
Yeah that's what I would do if I were God

Hidden Track

Bloodhound Gang

0:47

from Bloodhound Gang - Use Your Fingers (1995)

Hidden Track

Bloodhound Gang

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

I Hope You Die

Bloodhound Gang

3:40

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

You must die I alone am best!

I hope ya flip some guy the bird
He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve
In front of the Beatles' tour bus
A Bookmobile and a Mack truck
Hauling hazardous biological waste
The light turns red you have no brakes
And "Hard Copy" gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your face

Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die

I hope your Pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled Vietnam Veteran
Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize Winner
And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner
Perhaps even the British Royal Family
And the Rabbi that's clutching the bottle-fed puppy
And we can't forget the newlyweds
And those Jerry's Kids are as good as dead

I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die

I hope your cellmate thinks he's God
But C.N.N. refer to him as "Bowling Ball Bag Bob"
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the "Silence of the Lambs" dance to Christian Rock
Eats feces and quotes from "Deliverance"
And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince

Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die

I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson
And forces you to play a game called "Balls On Chin"
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember "fist" can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
‘Cause he's the guy ya flipped the bird the other day

I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die

I hope you die

I Hope You Die

작곡:Jimmy Pop Ali

Bloodhound Gang

3:40

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

You must die I alone am best!

I hope ya flip some guy the bird
He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve
In front of the Beatles' tour bus
A Bookmobile and a Mack truck
Hauling hazardous biological waste
The light turns red you have no brakes
And "Hard Copy" gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your face

Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die

I hope your Pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled Vietnam Veteran
Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize Winner
And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner
Perhaps even the British Royal Family
And the Rabbi that's clutching the bottle-fed puppy
And we can't forget the newlyweds
And those Jerry's Kids are as good as dead

I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die

I hope your cellmate thinks he's God
But C.N.N. refer to him as "Bowling Ball Bag Bob"
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the "Silence of the Lambs" dance to Christian Rock
Eats feces and quotes from "Deliverance"
And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince

Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die

I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson
And forces you to play a game called "Balls On Chin"
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember "fist" can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
멌ause he's the guy ya flipped the bird the other day

I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die

I hope you die

I Wish I Was Queer So I Could Get Chicks

작곡:James M. Franks,James M. Franks

Bloodhound Gang

3:49

from Bloodhound Gang - One Fierce Beer Coaster (1997)

If your ass is a Chinese restaurant I'll have the poo-poo platter
My friend Jerry Vandergrift kissed me in Home Ec. class
Later in the afternoon some jarheads in the locker room kicked my ass
I said guys I'm like you I like Monster Trucks too
Wanna see how many push-ups I can do?
I just wish I was queer so I could get chicks
Chicks dig guys that are
Queer guys that don't dig
Chicks that don't dig guys like me
See I'm not queer I'm too ugly
But if I were handsome just imagine how great it would be
Incognito as gay though but not actually that way though pseudo homo
phony
Maybe it's a stupid theory or maybe just stupidity
But if I was a queerbee in the fashion industry
Scoring with a super model would be easy
Cause 'super model' means voluptuous but is also is synonymous with
'super dumb'
Ya see I'd be a good listener so she'd treat me like a sister and soon
I'd become
That trusted friend that cares that rubs her back and braids her hair
No it wouldn't be a week before I'm in her underwear
I wish I was queer so I could get chicks
Chicks dig guys that are
Queer guys that don't dig
Chicks that don't dig guys like me
See I'm not queer I'm too ugly
Doesn't matter what I'm packin' in my denim it's what's in my genes
The only smoked meat the only sausage I would eat is made by Jimmy
Dean
See I'm not to keen on the smell of Vaseline
No I'm not Princess Di and I don't wanna be a queen
I wish I was queer so I could get chicks
Anyway if I were gay I'd have to change my name to Dirk or Lewis
Hang out with my mom's hair stylist his name is Kip he's got a lisp he
talks like this
And wear my mother's lingerie learn the songs of Broadway
And appreciate Depeche Mode and avant garde ballet
I wish I was queer so I could get chicks
Chicks dig guys that are
Queer guys that don't dig
Chicks dig guys that are
Queer guys that don't dig
Chicks dig guys that are
Queer guys that don't dig
Chicks that don't dig guys like me
See I'm not queer I'm too ugly
And I don't shave my heiny
Don't shave my heiny
See I'm not queer I'm too ugly

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I'M The Least You Could Do

Bloodhound Gang

from Otto Ackermann, Lovro Von Matacic - Four Last Songs Etc (2004)

It always sucks refolding the kind of map
Needed when I get stuck where the sun don't shine the fact
Is if I just shut up, my rubbered stamp could flag you as dumb

It ain't your mind you're givin' me a piece of
As it don't take Einstein to know that's just obscene but
It's been Buck Rogers time since I hit other than rock bottom

Even the odds of having you against me
With your crotchless jihad on blue balls evidently
Are all mighty good god, so angel dust my soul like James Brown

Street legal whore hauling so much stunning ass
Sell yourself short like Bridget at the bunny ranch
Do it all fours, the satisfaction of getting fouled

I'm the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you
I'm the least you could do, oh yeah
If only life were as easy as you
I would still get screwed

I don't care if getting under someone that's
Beneath you fits the M.O. of conundrum as
You reckoned this was just a fancy word for rubbers

I aim to get a bang out of working your
Weak spot that sets the bar so low just nerve can score
With no respect, since, oddly, danger feels like pay dirt

I'm the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you
I'm the least you could do, oh yeah
If only life were as easy as you
I'm the least you could do
If only life were as easy as you
I'm the least you could do, oh yeah
If only life were as easy as you
If only

When my fumbling breaks you should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

When my fumbling breaks you should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

When my fumbling breaks you should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

When my fumbling breaks you should
I thank your dad for the damaged goods?

I'M The Least You Could Do

작곡:Jimmy Franks

Bloodhound Gang

3:58

from Bloodhound Gang - Hefty Fine (2005)

It's Tricky

작곡:Darryl Mcdanniels,Joseph Simmons,L. Smith

Bloodhound Gang

2:36

from Bloodhound Gang - One Fierce Beer Coaster (1997)

This beat is my recital
I think it's very vital
To rock a rhyme
That's right on time
It's tricky tricky yo here we go

It's tricky to rock a rhyme
To rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky

It's tricky to rock a rhyme
To rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky

I met this little girlie her hair was kind of curly
Went to her house to bust her out I had to leave real early
These girls are really sleazy all they just say is please me
To rock a rhyme that's right on time I said it's not that easy

It's tricky to rock a rhyme
To rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky

It's tricky to rock a rhyme
To rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky

In New York the people talk and try to make us rhyme
They really hawk but we just walk because we have no time
And in the city it's a pity 'cause we just can't hide
Tinted windows don't mean nothin' they know who's inside

It's tricky to rock a rhyme
To rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky

It's tricky to rock a rhyme
To rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky

Huh

When I wake up people take up mostly all of my time
I'm not singin' phone keep ringin' so I make up a rhyme
I'm not braggin' people naggin' 'cause they think I'm a star
Always tearin' what I'm wearin' I think they're goin' too far
A girl name Tara follows Jared every gig we play
Evil dissed her then dismissed her and now she's jockin' Spanky
I ain't lyin' girls be cryin' 'cause I'm on T.V.
They even bother my poor father 'cause he's down with me

It's tricky to rock a rhyme
To rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky
It's tricky to rock a rhyme
To rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky

We are not dumb we don't use drugs but you assume on your own
They offer coke and lots of dope but we just leave it alone
It's like that y'all y'all 'cause we don't quit
You keep on rock shot 'cause this is it

This beat is my recital 
I think it's very vital 
To rock a rhyme 
That's right on time 
It's tricky tricky yo here we go

It's tricky to rock a rhyme 
To rock a rhyme that's right on time 
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky

I met this little girlie her hair was kind of curly 
Went to her house to bust her out I had to leave real early 
These girls are really sleazy all they just say is please me 
To rock a rhyme that's right on time I said it's not that easy

It's tricky to rock a rhyme 
To rock a rhyme that's right on time 
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky

In New York the people talk and try to make us rhyme 
They really hawk but we just walk because we have no time 
And in the city it's a pity 'cause we just can't hide 
Tinted windows don't mean nothin' they know who's inside

It's tricky to rock a rhyme 
To rock a rhyme that's right on time 
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky

Huh

When I wake up people take up mostly all of my time 
I'm not singin' phone keep ringin' so I make up a rhyme 
I'm not braggin' people naggin' 'cause they think I'm a star 
Always tearin' what I'm wearin' I think they're goin' too far 
A girl name Tara follows Jared every gig we play 
Evil dissed her then dismissed her and now she's jockin' Spanky 
I ain't lyin' girls be cryin' 'cause I'm on T.V. 
They even bother my poor father 'cause he's down with me

It's tricky to rock a rhyme 
To rock a rhyme that's right on time 
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky 
It's tricky to rock a rhyme 
To rock a rhyme that's right on time 
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky

We are not dumb we don't use drugs but you assume on your own 
They offer coke and lots of dope but we just leave it alone 
It's like that y'all y'all 'cause we don't quit
You keep on rock shot 'cause this is it

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K.I.D.S. Incorporated [Previously Unreleased Bonus B-Side Independent European Import Bootleg Outtake)]

Bloodhound Gang

2:20

from Bloodhound Gang - Use Your Fingers (1995)

Kids In America

Bloodhound Gang

4:23

from Bloodhound Gang - Use Your Fingers (1995)

Lookin' out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's movin'
I can feel the heat but it's soothing heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town

Downtown
The young ones are goin'
Downtown
The young ones are growin'

We're the kids in America whoa
We're the kids in America whoa
Everybody live for the music go round

Bright lights the music gets faster
Look girl don't check on your watch not another glance
I'm not leavin' now honey no not a chance
Hot shot shot give me no problems
Much later baby you'll be saying never mind
You know life is cruel life is never kind

Kind hearts
We'll make a new story
Kind hearts
We'll grab it in glory

We're the kids in America whoa
We're the kids in America whoa
Everybody live for the music go round

La la la la la
La la la la la
Sing
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la

Come closer honey that's better
Got to get a brand new experience feeling right
Oh don't try to stop baby hold me tight
Outside a new day is dawning
Outside suburbia's sprawling everywhere
I don't want to go baby

New York
To East Philadelphia
There's a new one
Comin' I warn you

We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music go round

La la la la la
La la la la la
Sing
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la

We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America

We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America

We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America

We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America

We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America

We're the kids
We're the kids
We're the kids in America

Oi Oi

We're the kids in America Oi
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Downtown 
The young ones are goin' 
Downtown 
The young ones are growin'

We're the kids in America whoa 
We're the kids in America whoa 
Everybody live for the music go round

Bright lights the music gets faster 
Look girl don't check on your watch not another glance 
I'm not leavin' now honey no not a chance 
Hot shot shot give me no problems 
Much later baby you'll be saying never mind 
You know life is cruel life is never kind

Kind hearts 
We'll make a new story 
Kind hearts 
We'll grab it in glory

We're the kids in America whoa 
We're the kids in America whoa 
Everybody live for the music go round

La la la la la 
La la la la la 
Sing 
La la la la la 
La la la la la 
La la la

Come closer honey that's better 
Got to get a brand new experience feeling right 
Oh don't try to stop baby hold me tight 
Outside a new day is dawning 
Outside suburbia's sprawling everywhere 
I don't want to go baby

New York 
To East Philadelphia 
There's a new one 
Comin' I warn you

We're the kids in America 
We're the kids in America 
Everybody live for the music go round

La la la la la 
La la la la la 
Sing 
La la la la la 
La la la la la 
La la la 
La la la

We're the kids 
We're the kids 
We're the kids in America

Oi Oi

We're the kids in America Oi 
We're the kids in America Oi 
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Kiss Me Where It Smells Funny

작곡:Matthew Stigliano,Matthew Stigliano

Bloodhound Gang

3:05

from Bloodhound Gang - One Fierce Beer Coaster (1997)

Do you still go to raves?
Do you think that Christ saves?
Do you spend your days in a Purple Haze?
Do you contemplate what a grape nut is?
Or could you live drinkin' your own whiz?
Are you hooked on a feeling are you hooked on gin-n-tonics?
Are you hooked on fistin are you hooked on phonics?
Did you ever have sex with a box of Kleenex?
Did you like the movie Malcolm X?
Or do you own a record by Stryper?
Do you have a Mongoloid cousin wearin' diapers?
Were you born and raised in New Jersey?
Did you like the taste of Crystal Pepsi?
Are you deaf?
Well if you are you can't hear me
But what's the use of living if your ear's be?
Broken even if I spoke clearly
You're still not able to hear me
Cause life is a game that no one wins
But you deserve a headstart the way your life's goin'
So throw in the towel cause your life ain't shit
No take that towel and hang yourself with it
Life's short and hard like a body-building elf
So save the planet and kill yourself
If you're feeling down-and-out with what your life's all about
Lift your head up and blow your brains out
Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
Does your girlfriend look like the chick from M
A
S
H?
Dead ringer for Klinger with a thicker mustache?
When you're at a get-together does everybody always ask?
Ain't no Halloween party why's she wearin' that mask?
Does she got more Chins than the Chinese phone book?
Would you rather make out with a rusty fish hook?
Does she stick to linoleum when she squats?
Does she look pregnant although she's not?
Did you first see your boyfriend on Cops?
Or at a Star Trek convention or on top?
Of your

Legend In My Spare Time

Bloodhound Gang

3:05

from Bloodhound Gang - Use Your Fingers (1995)

Ashes to ashes and funks to funky
Daddy Long Legs is a mean ass honky
And Jimmy Pop ain't no heiny hobbit gaybe
Ain't no big meaty chunks in my thick brown gravy
'Cause I'm the Loch Ness the Loch Ness the Loch Ness Monster
Jerry's Kids are knockin' at my door could you be a sponsor?
Tiny Bubbles in my tub pull my finger Lawrence Welk
If you wanna look like Rocky Dennis better drink your milk
When I'm feeling oriental I gotta rub my chin
Gonna hold my water in like I'm Gunga Din
So have a taste of my bass 'cause the girlies got smiles
You're gettin' on my case like The Rockford Files
Crazy Eddie in the slammer 'cause he's givin' it all away
John Boy in the barn with a horse in the hay
No rhyme no reason no job no class
And we don't go near the ghetto 'cause they'd shoot our ass

Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

If you ain't ever been to the suburbs, don't you ever come to the suburbs,
'cause you wouldn't understand the suburbs.

'Cause I'm a huskin' a huskin' a huskin' your corn
I'm as deep as the plot to a gay porn
So uh-oh Spaghettios I forgot to hide away the body
I know that she's a hottie but damn that girl could party
So come to me mama it ain't no crime
I'm the skilled love doctor growlin' What's your sign?
I did the Flaming Waffle with Ho Chi Minh
Your girl's a dollar bill we don't know where she's been
J.F.K.'s head is a puzzle and your woman needs a muzzle
Barbara Eden in the bottle and now I'm gonna guzzle
You're too what? shy shy huh what?
Hush hush yeah I knew why
'Cause we're playin' the Palladium you can't get on Star Search
Daddy Legs standin' tall he can do the funky lurch
And Jimmy Jimmy Pop is short for Jimmy Jimmy Popular
You know I know you know you're not the tough guy that I thought you were

Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

'Cause I wop bop a loo bop
Ha cha cha chatch
Come lick my balls
Viva la my crotch
'Cause your daddy thinks I'm lazy your mama thinks I'm crazy
But neither of them know that you are carryin' my baby
And I'm the Amos I'm the Andy I'm the sticky Aunt Jemammy
I gave you mouth to mouth like Resuscitation Annie
It takes two of us to do this like Dean Martin Jerry Lewis
And your throat is swollen gloryholin' ya blew us
George Burns' pacemaker beats steady slow and low
That's why we got more hits then a dealer at a Dead show

Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Go go yeah yeah huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Go go yeah yeah huh what? 
I'm a legend in my spare time

If you ain't ever been to the suburbs, don't you ever come to the suburbs, 
'cause you wouldn't understand the suburbs.

'Cause I'm a huskin' a huskin' a huskin' your corn 
I'm as deep as the plot to a gay porn 
So uh-oh Spaghettios I forgot to hide away the body 
I know that she's a hottie but damn that girl could party 
So come to me mama it ain't no crime 
I'm the skilled love doctor growlin' What's your sign? 
I did the Flaming Waffle with Ho Chi Minh 
Your girl's a dollar bill we don't know where she's been 
J.F.K.'s head is a puzzle and your woman needs a muzzle 
Barbara Eden in the bottle and now I'm gonna guzzle 
You're too what? shy shy huh what? 
Hush hush yeah I knew why 
'Cause we're playin' the Palladium you can't get on Star Search 
Daddy Legs standin' tall he can do the funky lurch 
And Jimmy Jimmy Pop is short for Jimmy Jimmy Popular 
You know I know you know you're not the tough guy that I thought you were

Go go yeah yeah huh what? 
I'm a legend in my spare time

'Cause I wop bop a loo bop 
Ha cha cha chatch 
Come lick my balls 
Viva la my crotch 
'Cause your daddy thinks I'm lazy your mama thinks I'm crazy 
But neither of them know that you are carryin' my baby 
And I'm the Amos I'm the Andy I'm the sticky Aunt Jemammy
I gave you mouth to mouth like Resuscitation Annie 
It takes two of us to do this like Dean Martin Jerry Lewis 
And your throat is swollen gloryholin' ya blew us 
George Burns' pacemaker beats steady slow and low 
That's why we got more hits then a dealer at a Dead show

Go go yeah yeah huh what? 
I'm a legend in my spare time

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Lift Your Head Up High (And Blow Your Brains Out)

작곡:Jimmy Pop Ali,Jimmy Pop Ali

Bloodhound Gang

4:58

from Bloodhound Gang - One Fierce Beer Coaster (1997)

I'm Jimmy Pop here in a jiffy heat me up and add oil
I'm like a zit a wart a corn a cyst a festering boil
I get under your skin and I sebaceously form
I'm as deep as the plot to an amateur gay porn
Keep ya hungry for more like Bangladesh
Then I'll borg di borg do borg ya like the Swedish Chef
Cause I'm one of a kind and kind of hard to find
Kind of like an Injun without his fire water wine
I'm like Schneider one day at a time
I'm feeling like Bob Vila nailing up your behind
To my wall like Daniel-son does
I'm waxing on I'm waxing off I'm waxing just because
I get wired like a Western Union and I got to be me
And I got more balls than the daily lottery
Like hemorrhoidal itch yo you can't ignore me
Cause I'm more tongue and cheek than a lesbo orgy
And I don't give a damn if you don't like me
Cause' I don't like you cause you're not like me
Second is different from the first
I'm Jimmy Pop I am
Jimmity Jimmity Pop I am I am
See my name's not Hoover and I don't give a damn
And I got a different angle like a parallelogram
And you'll be all ears like a field of corn
I'll make you Dizzy like Gillespie as I toot my own horn
Like a No. 2 pencil I always got a point
You'll want to share it with friends like a poorly rolled joint
I'm Jimmy Pop y'all I'm Jimmy Pop y'all I'm an Alka Seltzer that's
right you're a seagull
As I continue to expand your head is gonna burst
Leave a bad taste in your mouth like moldy Liverwurst
Like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre I'll get in your face
But then I'll brush you off like Aqua-Fresh toothpaste
Cause I'm letting off stea

Magna Cum Nada [Most Likely To Suck]

Bloodhound Gang

4:01

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

Why try? I'm that guy
Holden Caulfield from "Catcher In The Rye"
Put away ‘cause he wasn't all there
Like a jigsaw puzzle you might compare
Me to him not a liver but wurst
Been much better off as a still birth
Big let down unparalleled
Like the last episode of "Seinfeld"
Or Jack Lemmon in "Glengarry Glen Ross"
Pepsi Challenge took it lost
Just fizzed out with my wires crossed
Buttons pushed but never went off
Like Martha I will self-destruct
The name's Dunnstock it's not Dumptruck
Just cursed as fuck with no such luck
My future plans include not much

Never gonna be never gonna be never gonna never gonna be
Nothin' more than me
Never gonna be never gonna be never gonna never gonna be
Nothin' more than me
Never gonna be never gonna be never gonna never gonna be
Nothin' more than me
Always gonna be always gonna be always gonna always gonna be
Most likely to suck

Wanna be a Ghostbuster
First black President, owner of "Hustler"
Got shot down like Larry Flynt
Felt like shit like a bowel movement
Have you seen my will to live?
Because I seem to have lost it
Lovelife? No but Mom thinks I'm handsome
Couldn't get off if I held a pimp for ransom
Feel like Jimmy Stewart no one sees my Harvey
Toxic Shock Syndrome gets more girls than me
Like Pee Wee Herman spermin' I can
See the future in the palm of my hand
Psychic Friends, Network loser
Large phone bill in my very near future
Dealt nothing and bluffing hard
Playing poker with a joker and some Uno cards

Never gonna be never gonna be never gonna never gonna be
Nothin' more than me
Never gonna be never gonna be never gonna never gonna be
Nothin' more than me
Never gonna be never gonna be never gonna never gonna be
Nothin' more than me
Always gonna be always gonna be always gonna always gonna be
Most likely to suck

Most likely to suck (x5)

Magna Cum Nada

작곡:Jimmy Pop Ali

Bloodhound Gang

4:01

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

Why try? I'm that guy
Holden Caulfield from Catcher In The Rye
Put away 'cause he wasn't all there
Like a jigsaw puzzle you might compare
Me to him not a liver but wurst
Been much better off as a still birth
Big let down unparalleled
Like the last episode of Seinfeld
Or Jack Lemmon in Glengarry Glen Ross
Pepsi Challenge took it lost
Just fizzed out with my wires crossed
Buttons pushed but never went off
Like Martha I will self-destruct
The name's Dunnstock it's not Dumptruck
Just cursed as fuck with no such luck
My future plans include not much

Never gonna be never gonna be never gonna never gonna be nothin' more than me
Never gonna be never gonna be never gonna never gonna be nothin' more than me
Never gonna be never gonna be never gonna never gonna be nothin' more than me
Always gonna be always gonna be always gonna always gonna be most likely to suck

Wanna be a Ghostbuster
First black President owner of Hustler
Got shot down like Larry Flynt
Felt like shit like a bowel movement
Have you seen my will to live?
Because I seem to have lost it
Lovelife? No but Mom thinks I'm handsome
Couldn't get off if I held a pimp for ransom
Feel like Jimmy Stewart no one sees my Harvey
Toxic Shock Syndrome gets more girls than me
Like Pee Wee Herman spermin' I can
See the future in the palm of my hand
Psychic Friends Network loser
Large phone bill in my very near future
Dealt nothing and bluffing hard
Play poker with a joker and some Uno cards

Never gonna be never gonna be never gonna never gonna be nothin' more than me
Never gonna be never gonna be never gonna never gonna be nothin' more than me
Never gonna be never gonna be never gonna never gonna be nothin' more than me
Always gonna be always gonna be always gonna always gonna be most likely to suck

Most likely to suck
Most likely to suck
Most likely to suck
Most likely to suck
Most likely to suck

Never gonna be never gonna be never gonna never gonna be nothin' more than me 
Never gonna be never gonna be never gonna never gonna be nothin' more than me 
Never gonna be never gonna be never gonna never gonna be nothin' more than me 
Always gonna be always gonna be always gonna always gonna be most likely to suck

Wanna be a Ghostbuster 
First black President owner of Hustler 
Got shot down like Larry Flynt 
Felt like shit like a bowel movement 
Have you seen my will to live? 
Because I seem to have lost it 
Lovelife? No but Mom thinks I'm handsome 
Couldn't get off if I held a pimp for ransom 
Feel like Jimmy Stewart no one sees my Harvey 
Toxic Shock Syndrome gets more girls than me 
Like Pee Wee Herman spermin' I can 
See the future in the palm of my hand 
Psychic Friends Network loser 
Large phone bill in my very near future 
Dealt nothing and bluffing hard 
Play poker with a joker and some Uno cards

Most likely to suck 
Most likely to suck 
Most likely to suck 
Most likely to suck 
Most likely to suck

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Mama Say

Bloodhound Gang

2:59

from Bloodhound Gang - Use Your Fingers (1995)

I felt like shouting hurrah.

It goes one two three when I'm kickin' funky lyrics lyrics
I'm bustin' up vocabulary I want you all to hear it hear it
I'm bustin' up the rhythm 'cause I'm bustin' up the rhyme
Kickin' down the stop posts 'cause I wanna kicks the time
I'm diggin' down some knowledge 'cause you know I never hide it
When I'm pullin' down your panties 'cause I wants to get inside 'em
Like a boa a boa a boa constrictor
Gonna drop off your drawers shoot straight for your sphincter
I could roll my rhymes but I would be fakin'
Jimmity Jimmity Pop is not Jamaican
J I double M Y Pop go
I run the show like Don Pardo
With a bugaloo bee on the bee boo tip
My hit will make you trip 'cause I'm quadradipped
I'll do the Popeye Pluto freak the funkfazooto
Not Latino what I mean though fuzzy dice like Menudo
Ah yeah rubber baby buggy's bumpers
Punky's Brewsters now I hump her
With my itsy bitsy teeny weenie shrunken small white peenie
So rinse spit swallow brain blank kinda hollow
Not too deep leap wow oh kinda shallow
'Cause we're in your face like Ed Gein
Purple rain purple rain

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Naughty By Nature and white by choice
And the sound of my voice makes your panties moist
'Cause I'm finger lickin' happy like a gay proctologist
So like a dyke with hollow tits I'll rip the mic with hollow tips
Aw yeah he's in control like Sherman Potter
And I got more balls than the Harlem Globetrotters
Jimmy Pop Jimmy Pop rah rah rah
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Now I'm floatin' out the pipes like a Village People sump pump
Always take a swallow 'cause you know I never get enough
So batter up Bruce Banner if you think you're gonna measure up
Can't be the top dog gotta be the Scooby Pup
Step to the bass drum always gotta have fun
If you add two halves you'll always get the total sum
My steps are correct and my mic is always checked
And when a punk is in effect you know he's gonna get wrecked
I don't want to start no Blasphemous Rumors
But I think that Sinbad's got a lousy sense of humor
Little children unattended better get my poison candy
Don't care about y'all as long as we feel dandy
And I get the poon from Judy Blume
Mr. Hooper's dead so won't you give me his broom?
So come on chickie baby let's go make some noise
What? No I'm not the guy from the Beastie Boys

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

I felt like shouting hurrah.

It goes one two three when I'm kickin' funky lyrics lyrics 
I'm bustin' up vocabulary I want you all to hear it hear it 
I'm bustin' up the rhythm 'cause I'm bustin' up the rhyme 
Kickin' down the stop posts 'cause I wanna kicks the time 
I'm diggin' down some knowledge 'cause you know I never hide it 
When I'm pullin' down your panties 'cause I wants to get inside 'em 
Like a boa a boa a boa constrictor 
Gonna drop off your drawers shoot straight for your sphincter 
I could roll my rhymes but I would be fakin' 
Jimmity Jimmity Pop is not Jamaican 
J I double M Y Pop go 
I run the show like Don Pardo 
With a bugaloo bee on the bee boo tip 
My hit will make you trip 'cause I'm quadradipped 
I'll do the Popeye Pluto freak the funkfazooto 
Not Latino what I mean though fuzzy dice like Menudo 
Ah yeah rubber baby buggy's bumpers 
Punky's Brewsters now I hump her 
With my itsy bitsy teeny weenie shrunken small white peenie 
So rinse spit swallow brain blank kinda hollow 
Not too deep leap wow oh kinda shallow 
'Cause we're in your face like Ed Gein 
Purple rain purple rain

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa 
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

Naughty By Nature and white by choice 
And the sound of my voice makes your panties moist 
'Cause I'm finger lickin' happy like a gay proctologist 
So like a dyke with hollow tits I'll rip the mic with hollow tips 
Aw yeah he's in control like Sherman Potter 
And I got more balls than the Harlem Globetrotters 
Jimmy Pop Jimmy Pop rah rah rah 
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa 
Now I'm floatin' out the pipes like a Village People sump pump 
Always take a swallow 'cause you know I never get enough 
So batter up Bruce Banner if you think you're gonna measure up 
Can't be the top dog gotta be the Scooby Pup 
Step to the bass drum always gotta have fun 
If you add two halves you'll always get the total sum 
My steps are correct and my mic is always checked 
And when a punk is in effect you know he's gonna get wrecked 
I don't want to start no Blasphemous Rumors 
But I think that Sinbad's got a lousy sense of humor 
Little children unattended better get my poison candy 
Don't care about y'all as long as we feel dandy 
And I get the poon from Judy Blume 
Mr. Hooper's dead so won't you give me his broom? 
So come on chickie baby let's go make some noise 
What? No I'm not the guy from the Beastie Boys

Mama say mama sa mama cu sa 
Mama say mama sa mama cu sa

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Mama's Boy

Bloodhound Gang

0:35

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

Mama's Boy

작곡:Jimmy Pop Ali

Bloodhound Gang

0:35

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

Mope	Bloodhound Gang

4:37

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo.
Yeah, Notorious B.I.G.
Hell no, we gonna do this for a gangbanging thug that never seen it comin'.
Yeah, Tupac Shakur.
Nah bitch, I'm talkin' ‘bout motherfuckin' Falco and shit.
What? Falco?

Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus

Tried to O.D. on the Cold-Eeze
"Golden Girls" got me "Sweatin' To The Oldies"
Hanging out like Double Ds sip Long Island Iced Teas
Wrote to Mayor McCheese "Send a Shamrock Shake please!"
Three O' Clock on the dot time to cruise for Eighth graders
Rather tape the Weather Channel so that I can watch it later
Reruns of Rerun so "What's Happening?"
Dee's knocked up and Rog on crack again
Deep throat a whole Nutty Buddy
Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty
Make a Spam and Colgate sandwich and ate it
Go through "National Geographic" and draw panties on the natives
So I like to dance naked in front of my pets
But my cat was inattentive so I sent him U.P.S.
Playin' spin the bottle with my mom
I watch "Cops" with no pants on

Must've blown a fuse nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a "Party of Five"
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum

Nowhere to go I can't wake up late
Just sit around and wait for my Old Spice to activate
Stalemate jailbait in "My So-Called Life" imprisonment
Amazing what a good breakfast pickles make isn't it?
I like to pretend I'm speed reading
Never lose the sight of the thrill of sneezing
Don't need a shower today just some Brut by Faberge
Smell the ass of my jeans clean they'll do another day
And I recycle I sniff my own farts
I dial the wrong number hope a conversation starts
I mean I might as well be listenin' to Journey
Givin' myself a mullet hook the Flowbee to the Kirby
Make a prank call pretendin' I'm a mime
Get stuck in traffic just to pass the time
Sent a letter in the mail in Braille to Johnny Quest
Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch

Must've blown a fuse nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a "Party of Five"
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum

Yo yo yo yo yo! What it is motherfuckers?
Aw shit, here comes Pac-Man.
Hey Pac-Man, what's up?
Me you bitches! I'm high on crack! Wanna freebase?
No Pac-Man drugs are bad!
Nope can't help you man.
Pussies. Whoa! Holy shit!

Must've blown a fuse nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a "Party of Five"
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum

Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni

Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus

Tried to O.D. on the Cold-Eeze
"Golden Girls" got me "Sweatin' To The Oldies"
Hanging out like Double Ds sip Long Island Iced Teas
Wrote to Mayor McCheese "Send a Shamrock Shake please!"
Three O' Clock on the dot time to cruise for Eighth graders
Rather tape the Weather Channel so that I can watch it later
Reruns of Rerun so "What's Happening?"
Dee's knocked up and Rog on crack again
Deep throat a whole Nutty Buddy
Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty
Make a Spam and Colgate sandwich and ate it
Go through "National Geographic" and draw panties on the natives
So I like to dance naked in front of my pets
But my cat was inattentive so I sent him U.P.S.
Playin' spin the bottle with my mom
I watch "Cops" with no pants on

Must've blown a fuse nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a "Party of Five"
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum

Nowhere to go I can't wake up late
Just sit around and wait for my Old Spice to activate
Stalemate jailbait in "My So-Called Life" imprisonment
Amazing what a good breakfast pickles make isn't it?
I like to pretend I'm speed reading
Never lose the sight of the thrill of sneezing
Don't need a shower today just some Brut by Faberge
Smell the ass of my jeans clean they'll do another day
And I recycle I sniff my own farts
I dial the wrong number hope a conversation starts
I mean I might as well be listenin' to Journey
Givin' myself a mullet hook the Flowbee to the Kirby
Make a prank call pretendin' I'm a mime
Get stuck in traffic just to pass the time
Sent a letter in the mail in Braille to Johnny Quest
Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch

Must've blown a fuse nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a "Party of Five"
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum

Yo yo yo yo yo! What it is motherfuckers?
Aw shit, here comes Pac-Man.
Hey Pac-Man, what's up?
Me you bitches! I'm high on crack! Wanna freebase?
No Pac-Man drugs are bad!
Nope can't help you man.
Pussies. Whoa! Holy shit!

Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum

Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni

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Mope

작곡:Lars Ulrich,Lars Ulrich

Bloodhound Gang

4:37

from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)

We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin' playa
that ain't with us no mo.
Yeah, Notorious B.I.G.
Hell no, we gonna do this for a gangbanging thug
that never seen it comin'.
Yeah, Tupac Shakur.
Nah bitch, I'm talkin' 멳out motherfuckin' Falco and shit.
What? Falco?

Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus

Tried to O.D. on the Cold-Eeze
"Golden Girls" got me "Sweatin' To The Oldies"
Hanging out like Double Ds sip Long Island Iced Teas
Wrote to Mayor McCheese "Send a Shamrock Shake please!"
Three O' Clock on the dot time to cruise for Eighth graders
Rather tape the Weather Channel so that I can watch it later
Reruns of Rerun so "What's Happening?"
Dee's knocked up and Rog on crack again
Deep throat a whole Nutty Buddy
Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty
Make a Spam and Colgate sandwich and ate it
Go through "National Geographic" and draw panties on the natives
So I like to dance naked in front of my pets
But my cat was inattentive so I sent him U.P.S.
Playin' spin the bottle with my mom
I watch "Cops" with no pants on

Must've blown a fuse nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a "Party of Five"
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum

Nowhere to go I can't wake up late
Just sit around and wait for my Old Spice to activate
Stalemate jailbait in "My So-Called Life" imprisonment
Amazing what a good breakfast pickles make isn't it?
I like to pretend I'm speed reading
Never lose the sight of the thrill of sneezing
Don't need a shower today just some Brut by Faberge
Smell the ass of my jeans clean they'll do another day
And I recycle I sniff my own farts
I dial the wrong number hope a conversation starts
I mean I might as well be listenin' to Journey
Givin' myself a mullet hook the Flowbee to the Kirby
Make a prank call pretendin' I'm a mime
Get stuck in traffic just to pass the time
Sent a letter in the mail in Braille to Johnny Quest
Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch

Must've blown a fuse nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a "Party of Five"
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum

Yo yo yo yo yo! What it is motherfuckers?
Aw shit, here comes Pac-Man.
Hey Pac-Man, what's up?
Me you bitches! I'm high on crack! Wanna freebase?
No Pac-Man drugs are bad!
Nope can't help you man.
Pussies. Whoa! Holy shit!

Must've blown a fuse nothing's going on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a "Party of Five"
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not going nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum

Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni

Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus

Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum

Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni

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Nightmare At The Apollo

Bloodhound Gang

0:57

from Bloodhound Gang - Use Your Fingers (1995)

No Hard Feelings

Bloodhound Gang