Tekstovi: Bloodhound Gang. Use Your Fingers. You're Pretty When I'm Drunk.

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 gonna get some, probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the Daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory, makin' a big stink
Messin' up the toilet seat and poopin' in the sink

M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waitin' 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 beers, 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? Yeah, for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know? You're probably goin' 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 menage a 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
You're 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 butterin' 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 Purdue 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)