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Fifth track of the Dingleberry Daze EP by Bloodhound Gang released in November 1994. (C) 1994 Cheese Factory Records.
Lyrics by 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