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Låttexter: Mindless Self Indulgence. If. Bomb This Track.

Yo!
Thanks for the party
And the maserati
You all rock my body
And now I'm gone
Bye!

Thanks for the party
The Moet, the girls,
The front row tickets
Yeah--
Goodbye!

Thanks for the party
And the paparazzi
Everybody knows it
Now I'm embarrassed!

Thanks for the party
The house, the girls, the breasts,
And, oh yeah,
Doing my laundry



I wanna testify
I was not notified
When did my mother start
Buggin out n' getting high
I wanna take a chance
Deep in your underpants
All my little girls
Everybody kiss my ass



Bomb! Bomb this track!
Disrespect!
No regrets!
Bomb this track!



YO!
Thanks for the party
And the maserati
You all rock my body
And now I'm gone
BYE!

Thanks for the party
The Moet, the girls,
The front row tickets
Yeah--
Goodbye!



I wanna testify
I was not notified
When did my mother start
Buggin out n' getting high
I wanna take a chance
Deep in your underpants
All my little girls
Everybody kiss my ass




Bomb! Bomb this track!
Disrespect!
No regrets!
Bomb this track!



All my strong little ladies
We've never called you ladies
Least that's what happens when you take what they is givin baby

All my homies mommys
We're never very lucky
Because we're stranded-

Come prepare yourself for stormy weather
Get behind me baby
We came to screw you baby
Don't you know that they is reelin' while I'm talkin' baby

All my strong little ladies
We've never called you ladies
Least that's what happens when you take what they is givin baby



Bomb! Bomb this track!
Disrespect!
No regrets!
Bomb this tra-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ack!

Take-off-your-clothes-and-I-will-never-go-ho-me
(alternating between left and right speakers)x5

YO!
Thanks for the party
And the maserati
You all rock my body
And now I'm gone
BYE!

Thanks for the party
The Moet, the girls,
The front row tickets
Yeah--
Goodbye!

Thanks for the party
And the paparazzi
Everybody knows it
Now I'm embarrassed!

Thanks for the party
The house, the girls, the breasts,
And, oh yeah,
Doing my laundry