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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' |
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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' |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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from Bloodhound Gang - Use Your Fingers (1995)
The following Public Service Announcement is
brought you by an intoxicated homeless man. Try throwin' your socks in the trash, before they got the holes in the feet Sponsered by Bloodhound Gang Hate Local Number 138 |
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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 |
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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 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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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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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 |
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(On the phone)
I'm in the bathroom right now, so this message might sound like shit. (Shit's a bunch of times) |
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from Bloodhound Gang - Hefty Fine (2005)
(On the phone)
I'm in the bathroom right now, so this message might sound like shit. (Shit's a bunch of times) |
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from Bloodhound Gang - Use Your Fingers (1995)
Ahoy, sissy! Whatcha got in your mouth sissy?
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from Otto Ackermann, Lovro Von Matacic - Four Last Songs Etc (2004)
I know you're gonna play me when you get wind
I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again But if you cover your ass with the same old song You might as well be farting farting with a walkman on I know you're gonna play me when you get wind I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again But if you cover your ass with the same old song You might as well be farting farting with a walkman on I know you're gonna play me when you get wind I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again But if you cover your ass with the same old song You might as well be farting farting with a walkman on Give me a fuckin' break Farting with a walkman on Farting with a walkman on Farting with a walkman on Farting with a walkman on |
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from Bloodhound Gang - Hefty Fine (2005)
I know you're gonna play me when you get wind
I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again But if you cover your ass with the same old song You might as well be farting farting with a walkman on I know you're gonna play me when you get wind I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again But if you cover your ass with the same old song You might as well be farting farting with a walkman on I know you're gonna play me when you get wind I heard you're full of shit so I've been duped again But if you cover your ass with the same old song You might as well be farting farting with a walkman on Give me a fuckin' break Farting with a walkman on Farting with a walkman on Farting with a walkman on Farting with a walkman on |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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from Bloodhound Gang - Hefty Fine (2005)
This is bam, and hidden track shit dicks out!
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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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? |
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from Bloodhound Gang - Hefty Fine (2005)
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? |
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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 |
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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 We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi We're the kids in America Oi |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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) |
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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 |
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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 |
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from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)
Hello Frank,
Hello mother dear Hi, ..., what are you doin' I am trying to think of words that rhyme with vagina Oh, lima? Like lima beans How about that, that teenage witch, Sabrina No, that's a made up-word, Jim What if you change the word vagina to something else Like boxer, pussy or cunt. No, Jim........ |
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from Bloodhound Gang - Hooray For Boobies (2000)
Hello Frank,
Hello mother dear Hi, Jim what are you doin' I am trying to think of words that rhyme with vagina Oh, lima? Like lima beans How about that, that teenage witch, Sabrina No, that's a made up-word, Jim What if you change the word vagina to something else Like box or pussy or cunt. No, Jim........ |
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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 |
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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 |
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from Bloodhound Gang - Use Your Fingers (1995)
Haha, all right Apollo!
Let's hear it one more time for mister, Gary, Coleman! Whatcha talk about Willis? That joke is funny everytime I hear it! Let's put your hands together now, Harlem For, that's right, Harlem That's right, get up now, Harlem For The Blood, hound, Gang! Yo wassup Apollooo Everybody say "Ho!" Get off the stage honkie boys... |
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from Bloodhound Gang - Hefty Fine (2005)
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Maybe you got screwed but I dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash I put out despite the fact that you're like a Hawaiian Punch moustache Right under my nose thinking I'm so Colonel Klink oblivious But how could I Nazi? You got off scot-free 'cause I know this means it Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore If I wanna be repeatedly shit on I'll go make Dutch porn When roughly translated even your naked truth means squat and what's more I'm missing you like a hijacked flight on September 11th I don't know who got on you but I'm not wrong in thanking them since it Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore anymore anymore Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday anymore I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday anymore I'm just gonna wrap it up |
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from Bloodhound Gang - Hefty Fine (2005)
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Maybe you got screwed but I dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash I put out despite the fact that you're like a Hawaiian Punch moustache Right under my nose thinking I'm so Colonel Klink oblivious But how could I Nazi? You got off scot-free 'cause I know this means it Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore If I wanna be repeatedly shit on I'll go make Dutch porn When roughly translated even your naked truth means squat and what's more I'm missing you like a hijacked flight on September 11th I don't know who got on you but I'm not wrong in thanking them since it Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore anymore anymore Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday anymore I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday anymore I'm just gonna wrap it up |
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from Bloodhound Gang - No Hard Feelings [single] (2006)
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Maybe you got screwed but I dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash I put out despite the fact that you're like a Hawaiian Punch moustache Right under my nose thinking I'm so Colonel Klink oblivious But how could I Nazi? You got off scot-free 'cause I know this means it Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore If I wanna be repeatedly shit on I'll go make Dutch porn When roughly translated even your naked truth means squat and what's more I'm missing you like a hijacked flight on September 11th I don't know who got on you but I'm not wrong in thanking them since it Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore anymore anymore Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday anymore I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday anymore I'm just gonna wrap it up |
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from Bloodhound Gang - No Hard Feelings [single] (2006)
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Maybe you got screwed but I dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash I put out despite the fact that you're like a Hawaiian Punch moustache Right under my nose thinking I'm so Colonel Klink oblivious But how could I Nazi? You got off scot-free 'cause I know this means it Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore If I wanna be repeatedly shit on I'll go make Dutch porn When roughly translated even your naked truth means squat and what's more I'm missing you like a hijacked flight on September 11th I don't know who got on you but I'm not wrong in thanking them since it Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore anymore anymore Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday anymore I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday anymore I'm just gonna wrap it up |
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from Bloodhound Gang - No Hard Feelings [single] (2006)
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Maybe you got screwed but I dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash I put out despite the fact that you're like a Hawaiian Punch moustache Right under my nose thinking I'm so Colonel Klink oblivious But how could I Nazi? You got off scot-free 'cause I know this means it Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore If I wanna be repeatedly shit on I'll go make Dutch porn When roughly translated even your naked truth means squat and what's more I'm missing you like a hijacked flight on September 11th I don't know who got on you but I'm not wrong in thanking them since it Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore anymore anymore Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday anymore I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday anymore I'm just gonna wrap it up |
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from Bloodhound Gang - No Hard Feelings [single] (2006)
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Maybe you got screwed but I dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash I put out despite the fact that you're like a Hawaiian Punch moustache Right under my nose thinking I'm so Colonel Klink oblivious But how could I Nazi? You got off scot-free 'cause I know this means it Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore If I wanna be repeatedly shit on I'll go make Dutch porn When roughly translated even your naked truth means squat and what's more I'm missing you like a hijacked flight on September 11th I don't know who got on you but I'm not wrong in thanking them since it Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday Ain't my job To fuck you on your birthday anymore anymore anymore Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday anymore I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday I'm just gonna wrap it up Ain't my job I'm just gonna wrap it up To fuck you on your birthday anymore I'm just gonna wrap it up |
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from Bloodhound Gang - Use Your Fingers (1995)
I get bombed much like Pearl Harbor
The price is white right and I'm Bob Barker This is your brain on drugs This is your brain on Jackie Onassis All you crotch goblins can kiss our asses Yessirree Bob like corn on the cob I'm all buttered up ready to hobnob Daddy is a Kraut you're Nazi-occupied France I'm gonna rise to the occasion inside my pants So yo ass yeah you I wanna Fraggle Rock your girlie Comin' around the party comin' around like Mr. Furley I'm Mr. Furley you're Jack Tripper You're dumb ass Gilligan and I'm the Skipper Tiptoe through my tulips and come and frolic 'Cause my name is Betty Ford and she's an alcoholic So here I am rock me like a hurricane Not a Scorpion but my sting will bring your dame a lot of pain And Daddy's gonna tell ya I'm as cool as Jack the Ripper Somewhat of a cutthroat but still a big tipper As I tickle you pink I bet my fingers start to stink I'm what's missin' from your life and you're the missing link It doesn't matter how you win or lose it's how you lick it No rest for the wicked Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Flips it up in the air like my name was Bob Barker I always kicks it cold so I gotta wear my parka I'm leavin' down my marker I'm stalkin' like a stalker Usin' the force like my name was Luke Skywalker Left hand's on the wheel and the right one on the bottle One foot in the grave and the other on the throttle I'm floatin' through your atmosphere like the comet Haley As freaky as a freak show call me Barnum and Bailey So yo ho my Cheerio here I'm comin' around the bend Don't try to shake my hand I'm not your fuckin' friend Body slam ya to the ground like I was Captain Lou Albano Hit ya in the balls 'til you're singin' soprano Slide to the dance floor groove 'til you get sore Listen to the tiger's roar I'll pump you like a seesaw I'm a tattooed demon do you catch my meanin' Think that you're dreamin' but soon you'll be screamin' I got more senseless violence than a Thrilla In Manila Like my hero Gacy I'm a stone cold killer I got my moves from Thriller I'm Fish you're Barney Miller I'm spreadin' out the carnage like Mecha-Godzilla Like Jimmy Pop says he's as cool as Jack the Ripper So take off your panties and kick off your slippers Do as I say and I will be a big tipper More smooth moves than my man Jack Tripper Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Get down drink it up bring it on take it off Get down drink it up bring it on take it off |
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from Bloodhound Gang - Use Your Fingers (1995)
Ein. Zwei. Drei.
Jimmy Pop's not a pooper not a pauper but a popper And I got more pop than Orville Redenbacher And I got more gravy than the whole Gravy Train When I'm kooky goin' loopy like a man insane Ha ha I won't be around when the world ends So the only thing that I recycle is your girlfriend Aw yeah back to the side I jump up I swing When I'm usin' Knock 'Em Sock 'Em ya know I'm playin' it to win The Nina the Pinta the Santa Maria See you later salamander 'cause I wouldn't want to be ya I'm a chip I'm a Pringle 'cause you know I gots the flavor Pop me up in your mouth like I was a LifeSaver I ain't got no soul but I got more than Don Henley I'm whiter than Casper but I'm not that friendly Marco Polo you tried to fly solo Make your thoughts vocal I'll put ya in a chokehold One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha I'll getcha I'm a gangster no I'm a gangster bitch Your momma gave me head your girlie gave me the itch So scratch it back the bass beats fast listen to the shotgun blast In the oven you'll get burned or in the tank that you'll get gassed Fake oh like Bacos never mistake though Showin' up painted up fresh from Maaco Now I'm comin' in on stereo rounder than a Cheerio Quick to fill your fix and I'm dizzier than a merry-go Rock this obnoxious I'm truly not nice 'Cause I'm blood suckin' evil like Muppets On Ice Arriba arriba I'm the under achiever Gonna Leave It To Beaver I'm the Daydream Believer I'm like Mothra man with my big wingspan And you're the motherfuckin' Jap that killed my offspring Chan I'm a Menace II Society gonna fill the prophecy First I'll drink your Genesee and then I'll take your liberty One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha I'll getcha Dii dii mao. You burn village down. You bring family over. We all Wang Chung. I'm a tarantula tarantula in your Chiquita Chiquita And when you're peeling back the skin I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna bite ya I'm gonna bite ya I'm Jimmy Pop I'll tell you straight up I don't like ya 'Cause I'm cold kickin' lyrics 'til the day I die Many fail to copy but at least they still try Bustin' up vocabulary is what I do most I'm gonna spread your legs like butter and gobble ya up like toast Ein. Zwei. Drei. You went for the cherry you went bobbin' for the apple But the apple it be rotten and you had to eat the scrapple Scrapple? Pig meat from a pig pen hog leftovers your girlfriend So I flex to the effects and I don't care what nobody thinks I'm eatin' all your sherbet and droppin' all your Tiddly Winks Whoop goes my arm I think it's outta socket Come over here little girlie I got some candy in my pocket One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha I'll getcha One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha I'll getcha |
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from Bloodhound Gang - Hefty Fine (2005)
The only thing going down in this car is the windo 'cause your pussy stank!
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from Otto Ackermann, Lovro Von Matacic - Four Last Songs Etc (2004)
We are "cop rock" we are screech We are z. cavaricci We are laser removed Tasmanian devil tattoos We are third string we are puck We are special people's club We are the half shirts with Irreverent spring break top ten lists We are munsoned we are squat We are flashing twelve o'clock We are spread out butt cheeks Pulled apart so just the air leaks We are "ishtar" we are tab We are no right turn on red We are the moustaches The beatles grew when they dropped acid You are the heart dotting "i" In the word "apologize" Scribbled drunk on a postcard Sent from somewhere volcanoes are I am the heart with no name Airbrushed on the license plate Of a subaru that was Registered in pennsylvania We are zima we are barf We are cinderblock yard art We are baldwin brothers Not the good one but the others We are amway we are shemp We are sir david of brent We are the queef after A porn star breaks the gang bang record You are the heart dotting "i" In the word "apologize" Scribbled drunk on a postcard Sent from somewhere volcanoes are I am the heart with no name Airbrushed on the license plate Of a subaru that was Registered in pennsylvania Do you even know what a wawa is? girl Do you even know what a wawa is? Do you even know what a wawa is? girl Do you even know what a wawa is? I'm in a state of p fuckin' a 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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