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Bloodhound Gang - Screwing You On The Beach At Night
 
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First track of the Screwing You On The Beach At Night (US Version) (Single) by Bloodhound Gang released in 17th July, 2007. (C) 2007 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. Raaaaaaaawr! Nothing heats up my jacuzzi like when This used thong I found and bedazzled with gems Brushes ever so gently against some boobs. I guess it's hard to believe that one man Could have a ponytail this sensitive and Distract an aggressive hawk that's cornered you. I know my haiku's are freaking intense But even the words I made up to sound French Don't express my feelings for your toilet parts. I would show up for our pottery class Dressed like a pirate with John Water's mustache On a unicorn that shits your name in stars. Fuckings cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type. Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like, Screwing you on the beach at night. Fuckings cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type. Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like, Screwing you on the beach at night. One milkshake, two straws. Fuckings cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type. Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like, Screwing you on the beach at night. Fuckings cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type. Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like, Screwing you on the beach at night. Don't I (Don't I) Sound so (Sound so) Sexy (Sexy) Echo (Echo) Don't I (Don't I) Sound so (Sound so) Sexy (Sexy) Echo (Echo) Release the doves!
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Bloodhound Gang - Kiss Me Where It Smells Funny
 
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First track of the One Fierce Beer Coaster (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 3rd December, 1996. (C) 1996 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop and Lupus Thunder. You came twice last year like a Sears catalog 'Cause your last boyfriend makes love like Boss Hogg Well now you're seeing me but soon I'll have you seeing God 'Cause girl I'll get you panting like you're Pavlov's dog Like a DC ten guaranteed to go down But baby your black box is the one that I found I'll give you the gift that keeps on givin' it won't cost you any money Then she grabbed me by the ears and said kiss me where it smells funny So down I go like I'm two thousand flushes I can tell I'm doing something right by the way that she blushes She's one that's speechless, I'm the one that's tongue tied She's thinking,"Holy Mackerel", I'm thinking Tuna on the side! There must be something wrong with Al Pacino's nose 'Cause the scent of a woman is like rotten tomatoes Yeah, I'm snorkeling for clams and it doesn't matter if I wanna be Don't come up for air until you kiss me where it smells funny Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes Yeah, I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties And then drink it while I'm eating out down at the seafood shanty Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes Yeah, I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties And then drink it while I'm eating out down at the seafood shanty Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes Yeah, I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties And then drink it while I'm eating out down at the seafood shanty Drop my face below her waist and stay on third base I can tell that the cherry's ripe by the way it tastes Yeah, I could make a lot of wine with the yeast I find inside her panties And then drink it while I'm eating out down at the seafood shanty
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Bloodhound Gang - The Ballad Of Chasey Lain
 
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Seventh track of the Hooray For Boobies (US Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 29th February, 2000. (C) 2000 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. Dear Chasey Lain I wrote to explain I'm your biggest fan I just wanted to ask Could I eat your ass? Write back as soon as you can You've had a lotta dick Had a lotta dick I've had a lotta time Had a lotta time You've had a lotta dick Chasey But you ain't had mine Dear Chasey Lain I wrote to complain Ya never wrote me back How could I ever eat Your ass when ya treat Your biggest fan like that? You've had a lotta dick Had a lotta dick I've had a lotta time Had a lotta time You've had a lotta dick Chasey But you ain't had mine Dear Chasey Lain I wrote to constrain This letter is my last As your biggest fan I must demand You let me eat your ass You've had a lotta dick Had a lotta dick I've had a lotta time Had a lotta time You've had a lotta dick Chasey But you ain't had mine P.S. Mom and Dad this is Chasey Chasey this is my mom and dad Now show 'em them titties Now show 'em them titties P.S. Mom and Dad this is Chasey Chasey this is my mom and dad Now show 'em them titties Now show 'em them titties Would ya fuck me for blow?
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Bloodhound Gang Feat. Vanilla Ice - Boom
 
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Tenth track of the One Fierce Beer Coaster (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 3rd December, 1996. (C) 1996 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop and Vanilla Ice. 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 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 Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee A Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee A 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 barbecue 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 Loggings' 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 Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee A Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee A Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee A Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee A Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee A Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee A Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee Tah rah, tah rah, tah rah, boom dee A
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Bloodhound Gang - The Inevitable Return Of The Great White Dope
 
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Second track of the Hooray For Boobies (US Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 29th February, 2000. (C) 2000 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. A is for "Apple" B is for "Baloons" C is for "Crayons" D is for "Drums" Like my scrotum here it is in a nutshell. One thousand nine hundred and seventy-two That's the year I got here when my dear mother's water blew Not really realizin' the prize that's been begot to her The bona fide lo-fi high-octane philosopher Genius with a penis the few the proud the me I liked me so much I had to buy the company Soul for sale sold to Satan for a hell of a lotta luck I'm hard to come by like a straight guy workin' at Starbucks Thank the thinkers that think they thunk the thoughts that theorized Idolized or despised bet I'm gettin' recognized Mount Rushmore it? No ignore it can't rock with no big head Half of the people want me half of the people want me dead I am the Angel Of Def with my rhymes against humanity Teeter-tottering between brilliance and insanity The one part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope Conclusions you drew proportions you blew Lost son of Iggy? False bigger nose than Ziggy? True Yes my name is Jimmy Pop no my pop's name is Dick Don't admit to kick it slick you thick derelict critic Put down for missed notes put up with misquotes Don't want the whole story? Should have bought the Cliff Notes Like Fingerpainting 101 give me no credit for having class One thumb on the pulse of the nation one thumb in your girlfriend's ass Written on written off scoff callin' me a joke I don't think that I'm a sell-out but I do "Enjoy Coke!" I struck gold but never took it for granite that's how I planned it so can it Around the planet fans demand it and you'll never understand it When I die no lie plan on mass pandemonium They may display my brain in a pickle jar at the Smithsonian The one part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope The inevitable return of the Great White Dope One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope The inevitable return of the Great White Dope One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope The inevitable return of the Great White Dope One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope The inevitable return of the Great White Dope One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope The inevitable return of the Great White Dope One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope The inevitable return of the Great White Dope One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope The inevitable return of the Great White Dope One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope The inevitable return of the Great White Dope Great White Dope Great White Dope Great White Dope Great White Dope Great White Dope Great White Dope Great White Dope Great White Dope Great White Dope Great White Dope Great White Dope Great White Dope Great White Dope Great White Dope Great White Dope Great White Dope Great White Dope
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Bloodhound Gang - Asleep At The Wheel
 
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Seventh track of the One Fierce Beer Coaster (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 3rd December, 1996. (C) 1996 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. Bloodhounds shall cruise rendezvous 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 takin' it down legal, I'm pullin' it up to no good God is your copilot, I let Satan ride shotgun You pay a toll to get to Heaven But on the road to Hell there's none You got your Jesus on the dashboard But the Devil's under my hood You're takin' it down legal, I'm pullin' it up to no good God is your copilot, 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 Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel I-95 eight lanes wide, midnight drive take a ride Alongside east coast tide, gettin' 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 jumstartin' my soul Set my mind on cruise control You got your Jesus on the dashboard But the Devil's under my hood You're takin' it down legal, I'm pullin' it up to no good God is your copilot, I let Satan ride shotgun You pay a toll to get to Heaven But on the road to hell there's none You got your Jesus on the dashboard But the Devil's under my hood You're takin' it down legal, I'm pullin' it up to no good God is your copilot, 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 Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel 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 takin' it down legal, I'm pullin' it up to no good God is your copilot, I let Satan ride shotgun You pay a toll to get to Heaven But on the road to hell there's none You got your Jesus on the dashboard But the Devil's under my hood You're takin' it down legal, I'm pullin' it up to no good God is your copilot, 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 Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel Get up you're asleep at the wheel
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Bloodhound Gang Feat. Ville Valo - Something Diabolical
 
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Eighth track of the Hefty Fine (EU Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 26th September, 2005. (C) 2005 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop and Harry Dean, Jr. Eventide rise for ritual With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will Roar forth steer the dead leave forced Driven by fear shift gears veer towards The foolishly equipped swift these Failed bids breathed taillights from the crypt Reflect upon the way beyond redemption Let the necronometer beckon for the destined Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden Of this curse the consequence of which can never be averted Each tormented attempt that is made in vain To evade this debt which is certain to be paid Without question is met with a counterclocked surge In reverse as if backmasked words of the black mass were All heard by a clutch engaged Over trails blazed to the western gates Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side Something diabolical Idle hands are bound for the Damned once Sam went down to Georgia Speed was forged of the divine salt Mined from the vaults of flame by the lost Named as those sought as faults rests beneath The wrong that was spawned from the tired screech Of essence halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustion A false witness with the sensed end is brought To bended knees when abandoned belief in The mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed sends Heed to reap grim an infernally decreed Reposession vested in the fallen creed called on to retrieve Meed with the fueled intention of deprived intervention The thundered calm that comes from the rattle of descension Numbs the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil Barreling down this mortal coil Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side Something diabolical Tonight belongs to him Tonight belongs to him Tonight belongs to him Tonight belongs to him To him To him To him
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Bloodhound Gang - Mope
 
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Fifth track of the Hooray For Boobies (US Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 29th February, 2000. (C) 2000 Geffen Records, Inc. It contains samples from "Rock Me Amadeus" by Falco, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica, "Relax" by Frankie Goes To Hollywood and The Pac-Man Theme Song. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop, Falco, Frankie Goes To Hollywood, Metallica. 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 Rock me Amadeus 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 nothin's goin' 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 goin' 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 nothin's goin' 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 goin' 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 Pacman: "Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! What it is motherfuckers?" DJ Q-Ball: "Aw shit, here comes Pac-Man." Jimmy Pop: "Hey Pac-Man, what's up?" Pacman: "Me you bitches! I'm high on crack! Wanna freebase?" Jimmy Pop: "No Pac-Man drugs are bad!" DJ Q-Ball: "Nope can't help you man." Pacman: "Pussies. Whoa! Holy shit!" Must've blown a fuse nothin's goin' 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 goin' 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 Holy macaroni Holy macaroni Holy macaroni Holy macaroni
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Bloodhound Gang - Shut Up
 
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Eighth track of the One Fierce Beer Coaster (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 3rd December, 1996. (C) 1996 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. 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 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 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 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 verse is different than 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 number two 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 steam like a Chinese Laundromat But I'm not a roll of charmin' so don't give me no crap 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 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 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 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 I hate a lot of whites and I hate a lot of blacks I hate poopin' in public places but we all hate that I hate lesbian feminists because they're all so damn ugly I hate Spin Magazine 'cause they never ever plug me I hate Regis and Kathie Lee I hate every single movie by that midget Spike Lee I hate people that think I care what they think I hate people that think their ass don't stink I hate Jon Bon Jovi but I hate his music more I hate killing people because I hate to keep score I hate you but you hate yourself too I hate to be honest but I'd hate to be you 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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
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Bloodhound Gang - Right Turn Clyde
 
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Fourteenth track of the Hooray For Boobies (US Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 29th February, 2000. (C) 2000 Geffen Records, Inc. It contains a sample from "Another Brick In The Wall, Part II" by Pink Floyd. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop and Roger Waters. Times New Roman you know the type Calling me Public Enemy, but don't believe the hype Tough guy like the one in "Star 80" wanna bait me Hook line sinker now your lady wanna date me Gave your girl a little wink so you make a big stink Shoulder's got a chip so you flip like a Tiddlywink Know what I think? I think you might be Darwin's missing link Get all bent out of shape when the heat is on just like a Shrinky Dink Bet I can take a hint better than I can take a hit Completely incompatible though I'm a pussy and you're a dick How can you hold a grudge when you can't even hold a job? Should have known butter but you're not corn on the cob I choose to use a song for a weapon not a sword struck a chord If I wanted to see stars I'll watch the "Academy Awards" That's why I ran like a Flock Of Seagulls why make-up like Mary Kay? You must've given up on hair plugs 'cause now you're going toupee All in all you're just another dick with no balls All in all you're just another dick with no balls Mama said talk this out and resolve Don't wanna be involved so gimme a call when you evolve Doggy paddle to the shallow end of the gene pool Half with it half wit half finished high school Give you a piece of my mind but I know you want it splattered Heard you like your women like you like your shrimp you like 'em battered Wife beater perfectly fitting apparel Where's your brother Daryl? Where's your other brother Daryl? Givin' me that Macho Man Randy Savage stare Wanna snap into a Slim Jim break my limbs but do I care? No sorry I'm a lover not a fighter commit your crime I'll be glad to do your girlfriend, I'll be glad that you do time Here's the deal I cop a feel you cop a plea but get the maximum Now we both got records but the difference is mine's platinum Definitely showed this yellow bellied wimp limp in your cell now though alone When you're choking your chicken your chick will be choking on this chicken's bone All in all you're just another dick with no balls All in all you're just another dick with no balls Right turn Clyde Right turn Clyde Right turn Clyde Right turn Clyde Right turn Clyde Right turn Clyde Right turn Clyde Right turn Clyde Right turn Clyde Right turn Clyde Right turn Clyde Right turn Clyde
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Bloodhound Gang - Hell Yeah
 
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Thirteenth track of the Hooray For Boobies (US Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 29th February, 2000. (C) 2000 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. 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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Bloodhound Gang - Going Nowhere Slow
 
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Eleventh track of the One Fierce Beer Coaster (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 3rd December, 1996. (C) 1996 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop and Lupus Thunder. 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 worryin' about dyin' 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 abused 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 state what town what show Hell-bound Bloodhound goin' nowhere slow Rock on, rock on do it dusk 'til dawn Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone Don't matter what state what town what show Hell-bound Bloodhound goin' 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 DC Charlotte, Oklahoma City, Little Rock and Milwaukee Cleveland, Tampa, Norfolk, Dallas, Raleigh, Hartford, Cincinnati 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, Columbus, 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 nowhere in New Jersey that's the only place we don'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 state what town what show Hell-bound Bloodhound goin' nowhere slow Rock on, rock on do it dusk 'til dawn Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone Don't matter what state what town what show Hell-bound Bloodhound goin' nowhere slow Rock on, rock on do it dusk 'til dawn Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone Don't matter what state what town what show Hell-bound Bloodhound goin' nowhere slow Rock on, rock on do it dusk 'til dawn Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone Don't matter what state what town what show Hell-bound Bloodhound goin' nowhere slow Rock on, rock on do it dusk 'til dawn Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone Don't matter what state what town what show Hell-bound Bloodhound goin' nowhere slow Rock on, rock on do it dusk 'til dawn Anywhere we go everywhere we've gone Don't matter what state what town what show Hell-bound Bloodhound goin' nowhere slow Rock on Rock on Rock on Rock on
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Bloodhound Gang - Along Comes Mary (The Association's Cover)
 
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Eighteenth track of the Hooray For Boobies (US Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 29th February, 2000. (C) 2000 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Tandyn Almer. 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) And 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 The neighbor folks make jokes At who is most to blame today And then along comes Mary (Mary, Mary) And 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 have all been sung And hung upon the scars And then along comes Mary (Mary, Mary) And then along comes Mary (Mary, 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 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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Bloodhound Gang - Your Only Friends Are Make Believe
 
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Ninth track of the One Fierce Beer Coaster (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 3rd December, 1996. (C) 1996 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop and Duran Duran. Yeah, well I sing like an amputee though. Why? 'Cause can't hold a note, can't carry a tune. Knock, knock Mr. Rogers, it's Mr. Mc' Feelie I've brought you a letter, speedy delivery Well Mr. Mc' Feelie, if there's postage due You can go fuck yourself, like Captain Kangaroo I can go to land of make believe and I can pretend But in the end I still have no friends Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Mr. Rogers, I like your cardigan sweater Mr. Mc' Feelie shut up and give me my letter I don't want to talk to you, don't you understand? Why are you inside my house, you're just my fuckin' mailman? I can go to land of make believe and I can pretend But in the end I still have no friends Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do You can go to land of make believe and you can pretend But in the end you still have no friends You can go to land of make believe and you can pretend But in the end you still have no friends Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do You are my best friend too I share the same views and hardly ever argue Eat spam from the can, watch late night C-Span And rock out to old school Duran Duran Your best friend is you I'm my best friend too o I share the same views and hardly ever argue Eat spam from the can, watch late night C-Span And rock out to old school Duran Duran Your best friend is you I'm my best friend too I share the same views and hardly ever argue Eat spam from the can, watch late night C-Span And rock out to old school Duran Duran Your best friend is you I'm my best friend too I share the same views and hardly ever argue Eat spam from the can, watch late night C-Span And rock out to old school Duran Duran Your best friend is you I'm my best friend too I share the same views and hardly ever argue Eat spam from the can, watch late night C-Span And rock out to old school Duran Duran
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Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch
 
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Tenth track of the Hooray For Boobies (US Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 29th February, 2000. (C) 2000 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. Ha-ha, well now, we call this the act of mating But there are several other Very important differences Between human beings and animals That you should know about I'd appreciate your input Sweat baby, sweat baby Sex is a Texas drought Me and you do the kind of stuff That only Prince would sing about So put your hands down my pants And I bet you'll feel nuts Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert And you're getting two thumbs up You've had enough of two-hand touch You want it rough, you're out of bounds I want you smothered, want you covered Like my Waffle House hashbrowns Comin' quicker than Fed Ex Never reach an apex Just like coca-cola stock You are inclined to make me rise an hour early Just like daylight savings time Do it now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Gettin' horny now Love, the kind you clean up With a mop and bucket Like the lost catacombs of Egypt Only God knows where we stuck it Hieroglyphics? Let me be pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas But I got this notion That the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory" So if I capsize on your thighs High tide B-5 you sunk my battleship Please turn me on I'm Mr. Coffee With an automatic drip So show me yours, I'll show you mine "Tool Time" You'll Lovett just like Lyle And then we'll do it doggy style So we can both watch "X-Files" Do it now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Gettin' horny now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Gettin' horny now
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Bloodhound Gang - You're Pretty When I'm Drunk
 
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Seventh track of the Use Your Fingers (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 18 July 1995. (C) 1995 Cheese Factory Records. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop and Daddy Long Legs. One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission To slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin' Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless Until we brought Skip O' Pot2mus And Daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb And everybody knows that the Daddy eats his young Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up 'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the 12 Horse Ale After that I get silly like Soupy Sales Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed A six of Shlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to bitty battle I'm Hungry Like The Wolf but I'll end up tending cattle 'Cause 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 cutie Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty Cause I'm Mr. McFeelie with a speedy delivery You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me But maybe I should check and see if this is where I wanna be Hey Lupus is she cute? Yea for a pygmie Aw! What do you know? You're probably going home alone And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone Plus beauty, it's only skin deep It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken 'Cause 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 few First and foremost I'd like to mention you For the sake of conversation we'll call you the Brand New Heavy Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut You're Buddha you're Shamu you're Jabba the fuckin' Hutt You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry It was 3 A.M. and I wasn't gettin' squat So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin' I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance But how was i supposed to know that Jabberjaws lived in your pants At that junction I came to realize That only Frank Perdue likes thighs that size Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament That you were not a girl. you were an experiment 'Cause 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) 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)
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Bloodhound Gang - Lift Your Head Up High (And Blow Your Brains Out)
 
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Second track of the One Fierce Beer Coaster (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 3rd December, 1996. (C) 1996 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. Lift your head up high and blow your brains out 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 feelin'? 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 an' 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 livin' if your ears 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 head start the way your life's goin' So throw in the towel 'cause your life ain't shit No, take that towel an' hang yourself with it Life's short an' hard like a body building elf So save the planet an' kill yourself If you're feelin' down an' 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 Lift your head up high and blow your brains out Lift your head up high 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 best friend or maybe at Wendy's Workin' third shift, late New Years' Eve Does he live under a bridge scare kids an' kill squirrels? Does he do keg stands until he hurls? Could a blind man mistake his complexion for Braille? Does he have time to sit around an' wait for the mail? Life is a game that no one wins But you deserve a head start the way your life's goin' So throw in the towel 'cause your life ain't shit No, take that towel an' hang yourself with it Life's short an' hard like a body building elf So save the planet an' kill yourself If you're feelin' down an' 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 Lift your head up high and blow your brains out Lift your head up high and blow your brains out Lift your head up high and blow your brains out So take your life instead of takin' it for granted I'm thinkin' you should can it, I think I'll help you plan it Live today like it's gonna be your last Hang out, blow your mind, have yourself a gas I hope you take this the wrong way And misinterpret what I say Rewind an' let me reverse it Backwards like Judas Priest first did (Reversed) Devil child wake up and eat chef Boyardee Beefaroni. (Reversed) Devil child wake up and eat chef Boyardee Beefaroni. (Reversed) Devil child wake up and eat chef Boyardee Beefaroni. (Reversed) Devil child wake up and eat chef Boyardee Beefaroni. 'Cause life is a game that no one wins But you deserve a head start the way your life's goin' So throw in the towel 'cause your life ain't shit No, take that towel an' hang yourself with it Life's short an' hard like a body building elf So save the planet an' kill yourself If you're feelin' down an' 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 x4 Lift your head up high and blow your brains out *Gunshot* x11 Lift your head up high and blow your brains out x9 (Whispered) Lift your head up high and blow your brains out
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Bloodhound Gang - I Wish I Was Queer So I Could Get Chicks
 
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Fourth track of the One Fierce Beer Coaster (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 3rd December, 1996. (C) 1996 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. 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 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 queer bee 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 You 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 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 too 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 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 And I don't shave my heiny Don't shave my heiny 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 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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Bloodhound Gang - Magna Cum Nada
 
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Ninth track of the Hooray For Boobies (US Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 29th February, 2000. (C) 2000 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. 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 Most likely to suck Most likely to suck Most likely to suck Most likely to suck
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Bloodhound Gang - Why's Everybody Always Pickin' On Me?
 
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Fifth track of the One Fierce Beer Coaster (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 3rd December, 1996. (C) 1996 Geffen Records, Inc. Built around a re-recorded sample of "Spooky" by Classics IV, and a guitar riff from "Never Let Me Down Again" by Depeche Mode. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop, Mike Sharpe and Harry Middlebrooks. Why is everybody always pickin' on me? The morn'... the morn'... the morn'... The morn' that I was born my old man beat up the doctor He clocked the doctor 'cause the doctor said I looked like Chewbacca The doctor said sir you're misled sir which infers you mistook me I did not mean your lovely wife was shackin' up with a wookie What I mean is Wolverine is less hairy than your son He's looks like Chewie (Baba Booey Baba Booey) and Hong Kong Phooey all in one To put it mild your new-born child's completely nutty fu-fu lookin' I'd shove him back into the oven until he is done cookin' But why's everybody always pickin' on me? 'Cause my fifteen year-old cousin has less acne But why's everybody always pickin' on me? Ain't brushed them teeth since 1983 But why's everybody always pickin' on me? 'Cause you got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee But why's everybody always pickin' on me? 'Cause you're white but you got a nose like Bill Cosby Why's everybody always pickin' on me? Always pickin' and rippin' apart poor ol' Jimmy Pop Ali I got a schnoz like the 'Cos' but there's a lot more wrong with you So back me up Bill (Yea and you're ugly too) So what if I brush my teeth with a piece of cheddar cheese Or where a fish net shirt by Chams with my Sergio Valentia jeans And my mirror never lies but it always verifies I got more cheese and pepperoni than a homemade pizza pie You compare me to a Mon chichi but I don't understand Why I'm scorned like I'm deformed (like the Elephant Man) And yea I took my mom to the prom but hey she asked me first But at least this time I didn't find my date in the back of a hearse About as popular with the girls with Englebert Humperdink And that might be 'cause everybody calls me Shrinky Dink I know I'm known as Polaroid I'm not a total retard It's cause I'm done in sixty seconds and you'll still want it enlarged But why's everybody always pickin' on me? 'Cause ya wore velor flares until the late Eighties But why's everybody always pickin' on me? 'Cause you run like a girl and sit down to pee But why's everybody always pickin' on me? 'Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady But why's everybody always pickin' on me? You took your mom to the prom but still got lucky Like that episode where Gilligan gets sick of being teased And he breaks into the professor's lab and makes some LSD Peaks freaks and eats the skipper's brains Then beats ginger with coconuts As Mr. Howell and Lovey burn alive inside their grass hut Oh he'll kill again that Gilligan they he should of let him be And like a postal clerk I'll go berserk if you don't stop teasing me See the trick is only pick on those that can't do you no harm Like the drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm The drummer from Def Leppard's only got one arm But why's everybody always pickin' on me? 'Cause my fifteen year-old cousin has less acne But why's everybody always pickin' on me? Ain't brushed them teeth since 1983 But why's everybody always pickin' on me? 'Cause you got the grooming habits of a chimpanzee But why's everybody always pickin' on me? 'Cause you're white but you got a nose like Bill Cosby But why's everybody always pickin' on me? 'Cause ya wore velor flares until the late Eighties But why's everybody always pickin' on me? 'Cause you run like a girl and sit down to pee But why's everybody always pickin' on me? 'Cause your only school chum was the lunch lady But why's everybody always pickin' on me? 'Cause no one likes you monkey boy
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Bloodhound Gang - No Hard Feelings (Album Version)
 
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First track of the No Hard Feelings (Single) by Bloodhound Gang released in 26th April, 2006. (C) 2006 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. 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 want to 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 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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Bloodhound Gang - Fire Water Burn
 
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Third track of the One Fierce Beer Coaster (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 3rd December, 1996. (C) 1996 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop, Rock Master Scott & The Dynamic Three. 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 hoe 'cause she 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 Hans 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 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 honkey'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 yea Emmanuel Lewis 'cause he's the Antichrist 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 (Ooo, ooo) C'mon party people (Ooo, ooo) Throw your hands in the air (Ooo, ooo) C'mon party people (Ooo, ooo) Wave 'em like you don't care (Ooo, ooo) C'mon party people (Ooo, ooo) Everbody say ho (Ooo, ooo) C'mon party people (Ooo, ooo) Everybody here we go (Ooo, ooo) C'mon party people (Ooo, ooo) Throw your hands in the air (Ooo, ooo) C'mon party people (Ooo, ooo) Wave 'em like you don't care (Ooo, ooo) C'mon party people (Ooo, ooo) Everbody say ho (Ooo, ooo) C'mon party people (Ooo, ooo) Everybody here we go (Ooo, ooo) C'mon party people (Ooo, ooo) Throw your hands in the air (Ooo, ooo) C'mon party people (Ooo, ooo) Wave 'em like you don't care (Ooo, ooo) C'mon party people (Ooo, ooo) Everbody say ho (Ooo, ooo) C'mon party people (Ooo, ooo) Everybody here we go (Ooo, ooo) C'mon party people (Ooo, ooo) Throw your hands in the air (Ooo, ooo) C'mon party people (Ooo, ooo) Wave 'em like you don't care (Ooo, ooo) C'mon party people (Ooo, ooo) Everbody say ho (Ooo, ooo) C'mon party people (Ooo, ooo)
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Bloodhound Gang - A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When The Stripper Is Crying
 
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Sixteenth track of the Hooray For Boobies (US Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 29th February, 2000. (C) 2000 Geffen Records, Inc. It's a parody of the narrative "Trucker Songs" of Red Sovine Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. 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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Bloodhound Gang - Yummy Down On This
 
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Sixth track of the Hooray For Boobies (US Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 29th February, 2000. (C) 2000 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop, Lüpüs Thünder, Darrin "Dangerous" Pfeiffer. Yummy down on yummy down on this down on Yummy down on yummy down on this down on Yummy down on yummy down on this down on Yummy down on yummy down on this down on Ouch it won't reach my mouth If I could do it myself I'd probably never leave the house But I can't so here's where you come in Giving it "Diff'rent Strokes" just like Arnold Drummond Hummin' hmm hmm good like Campbell's And you'll handle the sack like the quarterback Randall Cunningham like Joanie loves Chachi They call him Ralph Mouth 'cause he's down on Potsie Rocky chasing the chicken Watch the plot thicken with the cock when your lickin' Me like Apollo your Creed my Mission You go down for the count I countdown ignition Blast off you're a rocket scientist A genius what I mean is you suck at this So escargot 'cause my snail needs Frenchin' You must be five stars cause my staff's at full attention Yummy down on this, down on this, down on this Yummy down on this, down on this, down on this Yummy down on this, down on this, down on this Yummy down on this, down on this, down on this Yummy down on yummy down on this down on Yummy down on yummy down on this down on Yummy down on yummy down on this down on Yummy down on yummy down on this down on Dinner for one I know you got your reservations Starvation like a Third World Nation So do it for the children and I'll make a donation My fly's in your eyes let me rise to the occasion In my Underoos I tend to be brief So when you're sinking your teeth deep into my beef You can fondle but it's kind of like McDonald's realize it's Just a Happy Meal so you can't Super Size it Told to hold the pickle then you went and blew it Gherkin off and the Special Sauce comes included But you knew it did so concentrate like Tropicana To eat a Chiquita you need to grow the banana So can ya Bob like Dylan on my Peter like Criss 'Til it's Chubby like Checker c'mon baby do the twist It's all in the wrist like table tennis So beat me like Betty Crocker cake mix Yummy down on this, down on this, down on this Yummy down on this, down on this, down on this Yummy down on this, down on this, down on this Yummy down on this, down on this, down on this Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it If you were a Hindu I could aim for the dot Yummy down on this Yummy down on this Yummy down on this throbbing pole of hot man chicken and feel free to wiggledunk those purple bulldog cheeks.
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Bloodhound Gang - It's Tricky (Run DMC's Cover)
 
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Sixth track of the One Fierce Beer Coaster (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 3rd December, 1996. (C) 1996 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Joseph Simmons and Darryl McDaniels. 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 nothing, 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 (Uh!) When I wake up people take up mostly all of my time I'm not singing, phone keep ringing so I make up a rhyme I'm not bragging, people nagging, 'cause they think I'm a star Always tearing what I'm wearing, I think they're going too far A girl named Tara follows Jared every gig we play Evil dissed her and dismissed her, now she's jocking spanky I ain't lying, girls be crying, 'cause we're on TV 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, 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 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, but we don't quit You keep on, rock shot, 'cause this is it
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Bloodhound Gang - Legend In My Spare Time
 
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Third track of the Use Your Fingers (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 18 July 1995. (C) 1995 Cheese Factory Records. It contains a sample from "Do What You Want To Do" by "T-Connection". Lyrics by Jimmy Pop and Daddy Long Legs. Bloodhound Gang is here to get it on So rock on brothers, rock on 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 I'm gonna hold my water in like i'm Gunga Din So have a taste of my bass 'cause the girlies got smiles You get on my case like the Rockford Files Crazy Eddie in the slammer 'cause he's giving 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 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 hotty but damn that girl could party So come to me momma it ain't no crime I'm the skilled love doctor growlin', "What's your sign?" I did the Flamin' Waffle with Ho Chi Min 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 yea? I knew why 'Cause we're playing the Palladium you can't get on Star Search Daddy Legs standing tall he can do the Funky Lurch And Jimmy Jimmy Pop is short for Jimmy Jimmy Popular You know I know you know your 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 wopbobaloobop Ha, cha, cha, chatch Come lick my balls Vive la my crotch 'Cause your daddy thinks I'm lazy, your momma thinks I'm crazy But neither of them know that you are carrying 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 gloryholen' 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 tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime!
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Bloodhound Gang - Take The Long Way Home
 
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Twelfth track of the Hooray For Boobies (US Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 29th February, 2000. (C) 2000 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. Did you ever read Voltaire's "Candide"? He says live life at Benny Hill freak out speed Not a quote of what he wrote but a paraphrase Make it up as you go Keyser Soze Highlights yes but don't underline 'em Just live for N.O.W. like Gloria Steinem Life is like Marion Barry It's not all that it's cracked up to be Like Fred Sanford when the big one comes Find the meaning of life is there is none It's twenty-four hours when you call it a day Be Frank and say "I Did It My Way" Don't give a flying nun no don't give a Gidget Just have more fun than a well-oiled midget If life were picture perfect you could frame it But the world is a diaper so let someone else change it Life is an aimless drive that ya take alone Might as well enjoy the ride take the long way home All born equal unless you're Canadian Then halfway through decay like Uranium You define what's death-defying Get the most out of life or at the least die trying Are you Evil Knievel jumping a train? Or running with scissors like Frasier Crane? Have really good times doing really bad things 'Cause the show ain't over 'til the fat lady sings Like Elton John with his candle in the wind It's hard to blow out a flame as big as him But we've all got to Wang Chung with the Grim Reaper Whether you're Einstein whether you're Beaker Death is certain so it's definitely worth flirtin' Don't expect a bright light no just curtains Life is like a penis most people don't know it But most people suck so they usually blow it Life is an aimless drive that ya take alone Might as well enjoy the ride take the long way home Life is an aimless drive that ya take alone Might as well enjoy the ride take the long way home
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Bloodhound Gang - Go Down
 
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Eleventh track of the Use Your Fingers (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 18 July 1995. (C) 1995 Cheese Factory Records. Lyrics by by Jimmy Pop and Daddy Long Legs. Step back cause the bass is fuzzin' Bloodhound Gang bangs more than the Dirty Dozen Alley oop here comes the slam You know where i stand I'm feelin' like Anthrax cause you know I'm the man Yea i dug your dame but all i did was kiss her But i got to second base with your mom and your sister I'll wipe the grin off your face like I was a can of Windex I threw a right i threw a right was it live or Memorex Go down down deep deep in and out quick Cause i'm harder than Chinese arithmetic My fist is in your face cause you stood in my way You tried to talk your shit and your ass got paid I get stupid like the mongoloid Corky Welcome to McDonald's may I take your order Cause I'm cold kicken' lyrics like my arm was on fire Like Pinocchio my nose don't grow cause i ain't no liar Go down go down to get it up get it up Go down go down to get it up y'all Go down go down to get it up get it up Go down go down to get it up y'all Go down go down to get it up get it up Go down go down to get it up y'all Go down go down to get it up get it up Go down go down to get it up y'all Clap it on clap, it off sniff my exhaust Cause i got more steps than Barishnikov Like a pirouette, a pirouette, a pair of wet jeans You don't understand but your girl knows what I mean So I kicks my rhymes kind of complex A text of intricate words and other spoken effects Like a preacher on the mount teaching things he doesn't follow When you tried to hit the brake but pushed on the throttle Mr. Goody Two Shoes picture the scenario Your girl blew me as I blew your stereo And I gots more bass than a baseball diamond Don't put me on your chalkboard cause I'm not down with Simon Sonic Boom in your room assume your not there Booty licken' nugget picken' with your dad downstairs Love is just a fallacy i gots more force than gravity I can run all night like an Energizer battery Go down go down to get it up get it up Go down go down to get it up y'all Go down go down to get it up get it up Go down go down to get it up y'all Go down go down to get it up get it up Go down go down to get it up y'all Go down go down to get it up get it up Go down go down to get it up y'all Go down go down to get it up get it up Go down go down to get it up y'all Go down go down to get it up get it up Go down go down to get it up y'all Go down go down to get it up get it up Go down go down to get it up y'all
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Bloodhound Gang - I'm The Least You Could Do
 
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Fourth track of the Hefty Fine (EU Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 26th September, 2005. (C) 2005 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. 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 leagl 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 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 If only life were as easy as you I'm the least you could do 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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Bloodhound Gang - She Ain't Got No Legs
 
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Fourteenth track of the Use Your Fingers (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 18 July 1995. (C) 1995 Cheese Factory Records. Lyrics by by Jimmy Pop and Daddy Long Legs. 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 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 oh baby, You ain't got no legs but I love you just the same You ain't got no legs...
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Bloodhound Gang - One Way
 
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Ninth track of the Use Your Fingers (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 18 July 1995. (C) 1995 Cheese Factory Records. It contains samples from "Boogie Shoes" by KC & The Sunshine Band and "Theme From Sanford & Son" by Quincy Jones. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop and Daddy Long Legs. Eins, zwei, drei Jimmy Pop's not 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, going loopy like a man insane I won't be around when the world ends So the only thing that I'll recycle is your girlfriend Aww yeah, back to the side I jump up, I swing When I'm using knock'em sock'em ya know i'm playing 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 an pringle 'cause you know I got the flavor Pop me up in your mouth like i was a Life Saver 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 choke hold 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'm 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 'till 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-o like Bacos, never mistake though Showing up, painted up, fresh from Macco 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 sucking 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 your the mother fucking jap that killed my offspring Chan I'm a menace to society, I'm 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'm getcha... Di Di Mao, you burn village down You bring family over we all Wang Chung I'm a tarantula in your 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 kicking lyrics 'till the day I die Many fail to copy at least they still try Busting up vocabulary is what i do most I'm gonna spread your legs like butter and gobble ya up like toast (eins, zwei, drei) You went for the cherry, you went bobbing for the apple But the apple it be rotten and you had to eat the scrappple 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' up you sherbert and dropping all your Tiddiley Winks Whoops goes my arm, I think it's outta socket Come over 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'm 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'm getcha...
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Bloodhound Gang - Mama Say
 
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Fifth track of the Use Your Fingers (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 18 July 1995. (C) 1995 Cheese Factory Records. It contains samples from "Goodhumor Man" by Blue Mitchell and "Save A Prayer" by Duran Duran. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop and Daddy Long Legs. I felt like shouting hurrah. It goes one, two, three when I'm kicking funky lyrics I'm busting up vocabulary, I want you all to hear it I'm busting up the rhythm 'cause I'm busting up the rhyme I'm kicking down the stop posts 'cause I wanna kicks the time I'm digging down some knowledge 'cause you know I never hide it When I'm pulling down your panties 'cause I want to get inside it 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 faking Jimmy, Jimmy Pop is not Jamaican J I double M Y Pop go, I run the show like Don Pardo With a Bugaloo Bee on the beboo tip My hit will make you trip cause I'm quadradipped I'll do the popeye pluto i'll freak the funkfazooto Not Latino, what I mean though fuzzy dice like Menudo 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 mike with hollow tips Yeah he's in control like Sherman Potter And i got more balls then the Harlem Globetrotters Jimmy Pop, Jimmy Pop, rah, rah, rah Mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa Now I'm floating out the pipes like a village people sump pump I always take a swallow cause you know I never get enough So batter up Bruce Banner if you think you're going measure up You 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 mike 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. Hoopers dead so won't you give me his broom So come on, chickey 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, mamama cu sa (mama say, mama sa, mama cu sa) Mama say, mama sa, mamama 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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Bloodhound Gang - We Are The Knuckleheads
 
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Second track of the Use Your Fingers (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 18 July 1995. (C) 1995 Cheese Factory Records. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop and Daddy Long Legs. 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 Giving 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 Your 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 leggo-Eggo maniac I'm stickier than some Fun Tack Trip to the store and get another six pack Bomb dropping like at ground zero Like Colonel Klink is getting fucked by Hogan's Heroes Eenie meanie miney mo you took your shot you missed I wasn't a good boy this year I'm not on Santa's list I gave your girl some sausage and than I slit your wrists Now I'm taking your ass out like my name was Burgeous 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! 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 like ass when ya pass gas You threw it like a girl that's why you 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 you got goose bumps Cause I'm black y'all, it's a fact y'all And if you 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 fucken' kanoli If Satan had a hockey team theni'd be the goalie Cause we're dumber than driftwood dumber than your mama Dumber than a supermodel dumber than Kwanza 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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Bloodhound Gang - Altogether Ooky
 
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First track of the Altogether Ooky (Single) by Bloodhound Gang released in 26th October, 2010. (C) 2010 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. 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 go 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 rub the lotion on the skin Or else I get the hose again I rub the lotion on the skin Or else I get the hose again I rub the lotion on the skin Or else I get the hose again I rub the lotion on the skin Or else I get the hose again I rub the lotion on the skin Or else I get the hose again I rub the lotion on the skin Or else I get the hose again I rub the lotion on the skin Or else I get the hose again I rub the lotion on the skin Or else I get the hose again
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Bloodhound Gang - Balls Out
 
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Second track of the Hefty Fine (EU Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 26th September, 2005. (C) 2005 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop and Lüpüs Thunder. 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 who's here? me The bottom feeder at the top of the food chain Frontin' from the back of the line on some dud 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 riped 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 de 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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Bloodhound Gang - No Hard Feelings (The Magnus Winbjoerk Remix)
 
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Fourth track of the No Hard Feelings (Single) by Bloodhound Gang released in 26th April, 2006. (C) 2006 Geffen Records, Inc. Remix -- Magnus Winbjoerk Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. 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 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, anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore) If I want to 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 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 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, anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore)
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Bloodhound Gang - Ralph Wiggum
 
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Seventh track of the Hefty Fine (EU Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 26th September, 2005. (C) 2005 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop and The Simpsons Writers. I'm going to Africa Yes ma'am I'm a brick Was president Lincoln okay? Mittens There's a dog in the vent Chicken necks? I pick ken griffey jr. I fell out 2 times I'm pedaling backwards This snowflake tastes like fish sticks We're a totem pole Dying tickles I hear a frankenstein lives there She's touching my special area Go banana! Ralphie (Ralphie) Get off (get off) The stage (the stage) Sweetheart (sweetheart) Oh say can you rock? I'm a pop sensation I'm a pop sensation Salmon gutter? I'm idaho You smell like dead bunnies That's where I saw the Leprechaun Fun toys are fun! Chocolate microscopes You're not it That is so 1991 I bit my tongue Ralphie (Ralphie) Get off (get off) The stage (the stage) Sweetheart (sweetheart) Oh say can you rock? I'm a pop sensation I'm a pop sensation Yvan eht nioj Yvan eht nioj Yvan eht nioj Yvan eht nioj Yvan eht nioj Yvan eht nioj Yvan eht nioj Yvan eht nioj My sash says Ultraman!
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Bloodhound Gang - Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss (Album Version)
 
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First track of the Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss (German Version) (Single) by Bloodhound Gang released in 25th November, 2005. (C) 2005 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby Dog will hunt I'm the front end loader Travoltin' over So try my slam on for size Drive stick with that Kung-Fu grip Let the Banana Split and Watch it go right to your thighs Cop a feel Copperfield style Abracadabra that bra Do you think i can pull it off? Wanna bang around? Just jot me down on your to-do list Under "put out like a fire" 'cause I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this All you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this All you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby Edible strange how do I get In your pants when You're tick tockin' them Serious Levis? so tight can't be classified That's why I'm here to fill that opening Make a seasoned pass To mount that ass And Bob Hope that I might one night stand a chance Let's go Feng Shui the fuck around My digs like a superball bring That sunny side up and I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this All you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this All you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this All you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss I got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this All you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss Uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss, baby uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss
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Bloodhound Gang - Jackass
 
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Twenty-third track of the Music From The Dimension Motion Picture Jay And Silent Bob Strike Back (OST) by Bloodhound Gang released in 14th August, 2001. (C) 2001 Universal Records. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. Jackass I'm a pimped out Jedi Knight Obi-Wan meets Dolemite Ben Kenobi went and got himself a pompadour These aren't the whores you're looking for Jackass If the Crocodile Hunter smoked weed Steve Irwin burnin' herb in his Jeep Kicks the kangaroos for laughin' at his haircut Used a bowl for that too but If you knew me like I know myself You'd hate me like I hate myself 'Cause I'm a Jackass Got no rabbit in this hat 'Cause I'm pullin' it out my ass Ain't Sigfried or Roy but I could be Makin' magic with the pussy Jackass Like that dude in Tiananmen Square With a six pack and a folding chair Got bombed at the parade and ended up Playin' Chicken with the tanks but If you knew me like I know myself You'd hate me like I hate myself 'Cause I'm a Jackass They could out the lesbian Spice Girl They could try to run game on the O.D.B. They could kick every douche bag off the "Real World" But they won't get rid of me If I knew you like You know yourself I'd hate you like You hate yourself Hate yourself Hate yourself Hate yourself Hate yourself Hate yourself Hate yourself 'Cause you're a Jackass
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Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch (Eiffel 65 Instrumental)
 
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Third track of the The Bad Touch (Spain Vinyl 12'') (Single) by Bloodhound Gang released in 27th September, 1999. (C) 1999 Geffen Records, Inc.
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Bloodhound Gang - Coo Coo Ca Choo
 
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Sixteenth track of the Use Your Fingers (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 18 July 1995. (C) 1995 Cheese Factory Records. Lyrics by by Jimmy Pop and Daddy Long Legs. 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 looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo You were looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo now what ya gonna do You were looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo You were looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo now what ya gonna do Oil me up quick Miss Daisy before i'm lubing up your tailpipe Or the bedposts will be a knocking and a knocking til the break of light Raised and dazed in a million and one ways Like a Morton 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 Fluff-n-Nutter Scope it scope it baby looking so fit Playing games and laying dames you know I know you know it Quick to get the condom you know the Jimmy fits too snug Lean you against the fire place and ride you on the bear skin rug Chow down my ding dong come and sing along Slip a grip around my tip and then you'll be my Kling-on Now in my sweat pants 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 looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo You were looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo now what ya gonna do You were looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo You were looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo now what ya 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 wearing that thin thong You know I got a thing for you it's only an inch long Picking up your signals like you're a TV station I'm looking for the channel to have immoral applications Looking so fine cosmo behind Fermentation of time like Reunite wine So I'm bubbling up and steaming like an active volcano I think I clogged up all your pipes better get yourself some Draino 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 and you eat You were looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo You were looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo now what ya gonna do You were looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo You were looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo now what ya gonna do You were looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo You were looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo now what ya gonna do You were looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo You were looking at me I was looking at you Coo coo ca choo now what ya gonna do You were looking at me you were looking at me...
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Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch (Album Version)
 
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Fourth track of the The Bad Touch (Spain Vinyl 12'') (Single) by Bloodhound Gang released in 27th September, 1999. (C) 1999 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. Ha-ha, well now, we call this the act of mating But there are several other Very important differences Between human beings and animals That you should know about I'd appreciate your input Sweat baby, sweat baby Sex is a Texas drought Me and you do the kind of stuff That only Prince would sing about So put your hands down my pants And I bet you'll feel nuts Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert And you're getting two thumbs up You've had enough of two-hand touch You want it rough, you're out of bounds I want you smothered, want you covered Like my Waffle House hashbrowns Comin' quicker than Fed Ex Never reach an apex Just like coca-cola stock You are inclined to make me rise an hour early Just like daylight savings time Do it now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Gettin' horny now Love, the kind you clean up With a mop and bucket Like the lost catacombs of Egypt Only God knows where we stuck it Hieroglyphics? Let me be pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas But I got this notion That the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory" So if I capsize on your thighs High tide B-5 you sunk my battleship Please turn me on I'm Mr. Coffee With an automatic drip So show me yours, I'll show you mine "Tool Time" You'll Lovett just like Lyle And then we'll do it doggy style So we can both watch "X-Files" Do it now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Gettin' horny now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Gettin' horny now
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Bloodhound Gang - Farting With The Walkman On
 
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Fifth track of the Hefty Fine (EU Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 26th September, 2005. (C) 2005 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. I know you're gonna play 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 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 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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Bloodhound Gang - Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
 
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First track of the Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo (Belgian Version) (Single) by Bloodhound Gang released in 12th September, 2005. (C) 2005 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop and Jared Hasselhoff. 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 pathetically 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 pathetically 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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Bloodhound Gang - Mope (The Pet Shop Boys 7'' Remix)
 
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Second track of the Mope (European Version) (Single) by Bloodhound Gang released in 5th September, 2000. (C) 2000 Geffen Records, Inc. It contains samples from "Rock Me Amadeus" by Falco, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica, "Relax" by Frankie Goes To Hollywood and The Pac-Man Theme Song. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop, Falco, Frankie Goes To Hollywood, Metallica. Jimmy Pop: "No Pac-Man drugs are bad!" 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 nothin's goin' 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 goin' nowhere slim chance we will Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums When you wanna cum (Whoa) 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 nothin's goin' 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 goin' nowhere slim chance we will Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood 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 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 Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Dick around, dick around, dick around Dick around, dick around, dick around (Whoa) Dick around, dick around, dick around (Whoa) Dick around, dick around, dick around (Whoa) Dick around, dick around, dick around (Whoa) When you wanna cum
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Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch (The Radio Edit)
 
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First track of the The Bad Touch (Canada Promo) (Single) by Bloodhound Gang released in 27th September, 1999. (C) 1999 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. I'd appreciate your input Sweat baby, sweat baby Sex is a Texas drought Me and you do the kind of stuff That only Prince would sing about So put your hands down my pants And I bet you'll feel nuts Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert And you're getting two thumbs up You've had enough of two-hand touch You want it rough, you're out of bounds I want you smothered, want you covered Like my Waffle House hashbrowns Comin' quicker than Fed Ex Never reach an apex Just like coca-cola stock You are inclined to make me rise an hour early Just like daylight savings time Do it now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Gettin' horny now Love, the kind you clean up With a mop and bucket Like the lost catacombs of Egypt Only God knows where we stuck it Hieroglyphics? Let me be pacific I wanna be down in your South Seas But I got this notion That the motion of your ocean means "Small Craft Advisory" So if I capsize on your thighs High tide B-5 you sunk my battleship Please turn me on I'm Mr. Coffee With an automatic drip So show me yours, I'll show you mine "Tool Time" You'll Lovett just like Lyle And then we'll do it doggy style So we can both watch "X-Files" Do it now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Gettin' horny now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Do it again now You and me baby we ain't nothin' but mammals So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel Gettin' horny now
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Bloodhound Gang - K.I.D.S. Incorporated (TV Series Theme Song Cover)
 
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Nineteenth track of the Use Your Fingers (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 18 July 1995. (C) 1995 Cheese Factory Records. Lyrics by by Jimmy Pop and Daddy Long Legs. Roll the fuckin' tape back and let's try it again. This time more sloppy, like childbirth. Where's me fuckin' bass guitar? Everybody look around hear the sound Somethin' special's gonna come your way We got somethin' new that is true We got somethin' just for you today All around the nation (Whoa Oh) We're the new sensation Have you heard? Have you heard? Have you heard? We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S. Yeah We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S. (Whoa Oh) Look's like we made it We're K.I.D.S. Incorporated In the city in the street there's a beat There's a feeling that you can't deny All the people wanna move wanna groove There's a sign of spirit in their eyes All around the nation (Whoa Oh) We're the new sensation Have you heard? Have you heard? Have you heard? We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S. Yeah We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S. (Whoa Oh) Look's like we made it We're K.I.D.S. Incorporated K.I.D.S. Kids Incorporated We're Gonna Have Fun K.I.D.S. Kids Incorporated For Everyone All Around The Nation We're The New Sensation Have You Heard? Have You Heard? Have You Heard? We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S. Yeah We're Kids Incorporated K.I.D.S. (Whoa Oh) Looks Like We Made It We're Kids Incorporated (What?) Looks Like We Made It We're Kids Incorporated All right, where's my smack?
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Bloodhound Gang - Rang Dang
 
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Seventeenth track of the Use Your Fingers (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 18 July 1995. (C) 1995 Cheese Factory Records. It contains samples from "White Lines" by Grandmaster Flash and "Not To Touch The Earth" by The Doors. Lyrics by by Jimmy Pop and Daddy Long Legs. So set your phasers on kill if ya will so catch the feeling Got your head a pumping a back and forth until it hits the ceiling Now I'm wheeling, dealing, stealing, Kohnny's apple seeds Slapped you with a baseball bat upside the head until it bleeds Showing 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 kinda 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 saying? You think you start praying, it's not a game you're playing Pump one, pump two listen, to the shotgun blast I'll blast that sorry ass when you're all outta gas Well, I freak like cerebal pals, I'll get inside your drawers For alarm there is no, 'cause I funk like Lou Rawls Basco Roscoe P. Coltrane 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 candycane Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby You might say no but I hope you mean maybe Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby Rang dang diddlela 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 nothing as I push your buttons When I talk you're gonna listen like I'm E.F. Hutton Like Lionel Richie's 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 coming 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 coming 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 diddlela dang a dang, baby Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby You might say no but I hope you mean maybe Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby You might say no but I hope you mean maybe Einie 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 diddlela dang a dang, baby Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby You might say no but I hope you mean maybe Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby You might say no but I hope you mean maybe Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby You might say no but I hope you mean maybe Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby Rang dang diddlela dang a dang, baby You might say no but I hope you mean maybe
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Bloodhound Gang - No Rest For The Wicked
 
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Thirteenth track of the Use Your Fingers (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 18 July 1995. (C) 1995 Cheese Factory Records. Lyrics by by Jimmy Pop and Daddy Long Legs. 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 Yes, siree Bob like corn on the cob I'm all buttered up ready to hob nob Daddy is a kraut you're Nazi-occupied France I'm gonna rise to the occasion inside my pants So yo ass yea you I want to Fraggle Rock your girlie Coming around the party coming 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 cut-throat but still a big tipper As I tickle you pink I bet my fingers start to stink I'm what's missing 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 Leaving down my marker stalking like a stalker Using 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 floating through your atmosphere like the Comet Haley's As freaky as a freak show call me Barnum and Bailey So yo ho my Cheerio here I'm coming around the bend Don't try to shake my hand I'm not your fucking friend Bodyslam ya to the ground like I was captain Lou Albano Hit ya in the balls til you're singing 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 meaning Think that you're dreaming but soon you'll be screaming I got more senseless violence than a thriller in Manila Like my hero Gacy I'm a stone cold killer Got my moves from Thriller I'm Fish you're Barney Miller I'm spreading out the carnage like I'm Mechagodzilla 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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Bloodhound Gang - I Wish I Was Queer So I Could Get Chicks (Lounge Version)
 
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Third track of the I Wish I Was Queer So I Could Get Chicks (7'' Single) by Bloodhound Gang released in 1997. (C) 1997 Geffen Records, Inc. Lyrics by Jimmy Pop. 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 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 queer bee 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 You 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 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 too 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 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 And I don't shave my heiny Don't shave my heiny 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 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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