Bloodhound Gang

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 your 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 & sup1; s gonna tell ya I & sup1; 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
flips it up in the air like my name was bob barker
I always kicks it cold so I gotta wear my parka