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Hey! Da dee dada dee da da
This is Rip Taylor Hey there sprinkle genies! Haha! Did you know that midgets make up a small percentage of the population? Hah! Not half, up to here, HAHA HEY! Woo But seriously, don't you think it's time we had a female president? With big gazooms? Tatee tattoo tees? Tatta ta too tatas? Baba bing bangs? Big jugs, get it? Hello Dolly Is this microphone on? Hello? Anybody out there can they hear me? Somebody call my agent, my hair is lifting! Please, what am I doing here? You're probably saying to yourself "Why the HELL would a comedic virtuoso like, Rip Taylor, want anything to do with those half-witted white trash crotch goblins The Bloodhound Gang?" Oh! Well listen folks, the answer is very simple.. Haha... American cashito, dollareenies, no cheques! They paid me you hiney hopper why else? Oh I'm getting moist! I mean come on, let's face it kids, pardon me... but they are a bunch of knuckleheads! |
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Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We're the knuckleheads If you would be the peanut butter then I would play the jelly I'll peel apart your bread and then I'll penetrate your belly Your blood stains mighty bad I wash it off with Coast Now I'll take my jelly and spread it on your toast No one rhymes faster the mic is my blaster So grasp some Shasta the mighty mic master Givin' ya communion with your lips on my cup Pump pump pump pump me up Now if you're the waterboy then I'm the heavyweight contender I'm gonna mix you all up like a Black and Decker blender If you would be the Telstar then I'd have to be Defender I'll be out in just four weeks I was a first offender You're a dumb ass stupid Vera and I'm the one that Flo calls Mel Puttin' holes right through your body like Harvey Keitel You're a broken down Big Wheel I'm a banana-seated Schwinn Take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in I'm a Lego Eggo maniac I'm stickier than some Fun Tak Trip to the store and get another six pack Bomb droppin' like at Ground Zero Like Colonel Klink is gettin' fucked by Hogan's Heroes Oh eenie meanie miney moe ya took your shot ya missed I wasn't a good boy this year I'm not on Santa's list I gave your girl some sausage and then I slit your wrists Now I'll take your ass out like my name was Burgess Meredith Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We're the knuckleheads Fast fast quick Bic light ass when ya pass gas You threw it like a girl that's why ya got picked last And Mr. Easy Does It never did it now did he Jesus is coming so look busy And you and your chumps are gonna get your lumps I got The Goose That Laid The Golden Egg ya got goosebumps 'Cause I'm black y'all it's a fact y'all And if ya try to take what's mine I'll take it back y'all I wish all skinheads smelled like Mr. Clean And that girl from Jersey really was nineteen 'Cause the whole damn world would be peachy keen With Rip Taylor on the cover of every magazine So go Rip Rip Rip Taylor Rip Rip Rip Taylor Rip Taylor Rip Taylor Your girlfriend we nailed her My mom's got opposable thumbs Your mom's Weezie Jefferson I'd rather eat fresh heiny chow And I ain't crazy about no God damn butthole no how Batter roll and whip ya like a fuckin' cannoli If Satan had a hockey team then I'd be the goalie 'Cause we're dumber than driftwood dumber than your mama Dumber than a supermodel dumber than Kwanzaa Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We're the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We're the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We're the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We are the knuckleheads Who's the knuckleheads? We're the knuckleheads |
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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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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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| 2:59 |
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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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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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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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Soon to be released on world famous Cheese Factory Records. (Singing) Take the good, take the bad, take the gold and there you have Facts of life, the facts of life The obnoxious model-beating lead vocalist of a certain chart-topping heavy metal glam-rock band, although he can't be named for legal reasons, he sings your favorite mid-80's TV theme songs. (Singing in the background) Now the world don't move to the beat of just one drum What might be right for you, might not be right for some (Singing) Different strokes, different strokes to the world Including that irresitable ditty. (Singing) Charles in charge, of our days, and our nights Available exclusively on Cheese Factory Records. |
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Ahoy, sissy! Whatcha got in your mouth sissy?
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| 2:50 |
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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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Baby Yeah The first time I saw you darling I knew I was in love Tell her Daddy The way you took your wheelchair up that handicap ramp Mmm, it's a mind blower But now baby I miss ya I miss ya I miss all the times we played Marco Polo in the pool Oh yeah Hide and go seek beneath the sheets Oh yeah And just the smell of the oil in your wheelchair I remember the day I saw you hobbling A Weeble Wobbling you had a problem You didn't have any legs just a smile and some stumps No smelly feet a torso to hump No baby love yeah that's what we'd be making Ride you like a Sit and Spin until your stumps started aching Spin you around yeah roll you near yeah Turn you upside down to hold my beer You ain't got no legs but I love you just the same oh baby You ain't got no legs but I love you just the same They say nothing beats a great pair of legs but somehow Baby the day you walked out of my life there's nothing I wanted more than, than for you to come crawling back to me When we started going together people said they couldn't believe it That I could be so happy with a quadriplegic We would wake up real early and you could make me some eggs mmm Girl I didn't care if you ain't got no legs I loved you for you and you loved me for me oh yeah Wasn't really hard for those more fortunate to see That the first time we made love it was such a wonderful feeling The way the suspension wires held you 'cross the ceiling When you rolled out of my life My heart just broke I can still hear the noise of the squeaks in your spokes You ain't got no legs but I love you just the same oh baby You ain't got no legs but I love you just the same |
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Hey, look at all that meat, ain't she the bitter end?
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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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So set your phasers on kill if ya will so catch the feelin'
Got your head a pumpin' a back and forth until it hits the ceilin' Now I'm wheelin' dealin' stealin' Johnny's apple seeds Slapped you with a baseball bat upside the head until it bleeds Showin' no mercy step like Solomon Grundy Hit ya with a table leg like I was Ted Bundy I bludgeoned you you're bloodied you think it's kind of funny First I'll take your money and then I'll swipe your honey Dip slip to the A.M. what is that you're sayin'? You think you start prayin' it's not a game you're playin' Pump one pump two listen to the shotgun blast I'll blast that sorry ass when you're all outta gas I freak like cerebral pals I'll get inside your drawers For alarm there is no cause I funk like Lou Rawls Basco Roscoe P. Cotrane I wish I had a membrane so that I could go insane Red Light Green Light you know I always win this game You can be my gingerbread and I'll be your candy cane Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby You might say no but I hope you mean maybe Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby You might say no but I hope you mean maybe No chance in hell but I could tell you crave me Frisky from the whiskey and the thrills you gave me Taste great but less filling so thrilling Come unannounced like automatic billing And you can't do nothin' as I push your buttons When I talk you're gonna listen like I'm E.F. Hutton Like Lionel Richie up All Night Long Jimmy Pop don't do nobody wrong Stop flop flip and flop Panties drop now I'm on top So Wiggle It just a little bit I won't kiss your ass to get a piece of it You said you wanted to do it now you're comin' around to it I'm the one that sowed the seed but you're the one that grew it Take it blow by blow like Reginald Denny I do it all the time how many? Many Frauleins I'm comin' again like Jesus And when I resurrect I'll be damned if I don't please ya Our Jimmy Pop that art in hell hear it Fill me with your Holy Spirit Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby You might say no but I hope you mean maybe Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby You might say no but I hope you mean maybe Eenie meanie miney moe Which of you girls will be my ho? Cross your fingers grit your teeth 'Cause the Bloodhound Gang makes holes in beef We make holes in beef We make holes in beef We make holes in beef We make holes in beef So watch your back straight to the attack I'll spin you around like your name was Pat Sajak Tag your ass out and no tag backs You psycho nymphomaniac Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby You might say no but I hope you mean maybe Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby You might say no but I hope you mean maybe Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby You might say no but I hope you mean maybe Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby Rang dang diddle la dang a dang baby You might say no but I hope you mean maybe |
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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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