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Bloodhound Gang Use Your Fingers

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

Ahoy, sissy! Whatcha got in your mouth sissy?

I hear it Alright oh yeah Let's put your hands together now, Harlem For, that's right, Harlem That's right, get up, Harlem For the Bloodhound Gang

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

re probably, eh, saying to yourself "Why the hell would a comedic virtuoso like, Rip Taylor Want anything to do with those half witted, white trash Crotch goblins, The Bloodhound Gang

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

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

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

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