Testi musica canzoni

One night me and the crew hit the road on a missionTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomlessUntil we brought Skip O' Pot2musAnd Daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumbAnd everybody knows that the Daddy eats his youngLupus in the lavatory making a big stinkMacing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sinkM.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cupWaiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it upCause I'm the one bottle willy with the 12 Horse AleAfter that I get silly like Soupy SalesNow it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzedA six of Shlitz and the Jew brew ManischewitzWith my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battleI'm Hungry Like The Wolf but I'll end up tending cattleCause you're pretty when I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)You're pretty when I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)You're pretty when I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)You're pretty when I'm drunk(and I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)Here she comes, a funky fried cutieMr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some bootyCause I'm Mr. McFeelie with a speedy deliveryYou'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' meBut maybe I should check and see if this is where I wanna beHey Lupus is she cute? Yea for a pygmieAw! What do you know? You're probably going home aloneAnd it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bonePlus beauty, it's only skin deepIt's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweakI could tap that barrel, in fact I know I canIt's a msnags a trois you and me and HeinekenCause you're pretty when I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)You're pretty when I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)You're pretty when I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)You're pretty when I'm drunk(and I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)Regrets I've had a fewFirst and foremost I'd like to mention youFor the sake of conversation we'll call you the Brand New HeavyYour a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene LevyYou can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gutYou're Buddha you're Shamu you're Jabba the fuckin' HuttYou had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairyI smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worryIt was 3 A.M. and I wasn't gettin' squatSo I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spotI was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen ChristianThen it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chanceBut how was i supposed to know that Jabberjaws lived in your pantsAt that junction I came to realizeThat only Frank Purdue likes thighs that sizeFatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lamentThat you were not a girl you were an experimentCause you're pretty when I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)You're pretty when I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)You're pretty when I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)You're pretty when I'm drunk(and I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)more