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Fifth track of the Hooray For Boobies (US Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 29th February, 2000. (C) 2000 Geffen Records, Inc.
It contains samples from "Rock Me Amadeus" by Falco, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica, "Relax" by Frankie Goes To Hollywood and The Pac-Man Theme Song.
Lyrics by Jimmy Pop, Falco, Frankie Goes To Hollywood, Metallica.
We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo.
Yeah, Notorious B.I.G.
Hell no, we gonna do this for a gangbanging thug that never seen it comin'.
Yeah, Tupac Shakur.
Nah bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout motherfuckin' Falco and shit.
What? Falco?
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Tried to O.D. on the Cold-Eeze
"Golden Girls" got me "Sweatin' To The Oldies"
Hanging out like Double Ds sip Long Island Iced Teas
Wrote to Mayor McCheese "Send a Shamrock Shake please!"
Three O' Clock on the dot time to cruise for Eighth graders
Rather tape the Weather Channel so that I can watch it later
Reruns of Rerun so What's Happening?
Dee's knocked up and Rog on crack again
Deep throat a whole Nutty Buddy
Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty
Make a Spam and Colgate sandwich and ate it
Go through "National Geographic" and draw panties on the natives
So I like to dance naked in front of my pets
But my cat was inattentive so I sent him U.P.S.
Playin' spin the bottle with my mom
I watch "Cops" with no pants on.
Must've blown a fuse nothin's goin' on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a Party Of Five
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not goin' nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Nowhere to go I can't wake up late
Just sit around and wait for my Old Spice to activate
Stalemate jailbait in "My So-Called Life" imprisonment
Amazing what a good breakfast pickles make isn't it?
I like to pretend I'm speed reading
Never lose the sight of the thrill of sneezing
Don't need a shower today just some Brut by Faberge
Smell the ass of my jeans clean they'll do another day
And I recycle I sniff my own farts
I dial the wrong number hope a conversation starts
I mean I might as well be listenin' to Journey
Givin' myself a mullet hook the Flowbee to the Kirby
Make a prank call pretendin' I'm a mime
Get stuck in traffic just to pass the time
Sent a letter in the mail in Braille to Johnny Quest
Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch.
Must've blown a fuse nothin's goin' on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a Party Of Five
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not goin' nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
Pacman: "Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! What it is motherfuckers?"
DJ Q-Ball: "Aw shit, here comes Pac-Man."
Jimmy Pop: "Hey Pac-Man, what's up?"
Pacman: "Me you bitches! I'm high on crack! Wanna freebase?"
Jimmy Pop: "No Pac-Man drugs are bad!"
DJ Q-Ball: "Nope can't help you man."
Pacman: "Pussies. Whoa! Holy shit!"
Must've blown a fuse nothin's goin' on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a Party Of Five
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not goin' nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Fifth track of the Hooray For Boobies (US Version) (LP) by Bloodhound Gang released in 29th February, 2000. (C) 2000 Geffen Records, Inc.
It contains samples from "Rock Me Amadeus" by Falco, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica, "Relax" by Frankie Goes To Hollywood and The Pac-Man Theme Song.
Lyrics by Jimmy Pop, Falco, Frankie Goes To Hollywood, Metallica.
We gonna drop this next bomb for a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo.
Yeah, Notorious B.I.G.
Hell no, we gonna do this for a gangbanging thug that never seen it comin'.
Yeah, Tupac Shakur.
Nah bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout motherfuckin' Falco and shit.
What? Falco?
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Rock me Amadeus
Tried to O.D. on the Cold-Eeze
"Golden Girls" got me "Sweatin' To The Oldies"
Hanging out like Double Ds sip Long Island Iced Teas
Wrote to Mayor McCheese "Send a Shamrock Shake please!"
Three O' Clock on the dot time to cruise for Eighth graders
Rather tape the Weather Channel so that I can watch it later
Reruns of Rerun so What's Happening?
Dee's knocked up and Rog on crack again
Deep throat a whole Nutty Buddy
Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty
Make a Spam and Colgate sandwich and ate it
Go through "National Geographic" and draw panties on the natives
So I like to dance naked in front of my pets
But my cat was inattentive so I sent him U.P.S.
Playin' spin the bottle with my mom
I watch "Cops" with no pants on.
Must've blown a fuse nothin's goin' on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a Party Of Five
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not goin' nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Nowhere to go I can't wake up late
Just sit around and wait for my Old Spice to activate
Stalemate jailbait in "My So-Called Life" imprisonment
Amazing what a good breakfast pickles make isn't it?
I like to pretend I'm speed reading
Never lose the sight of the thrill of sneezing
Don't need a shower today just some Brut by Faberge
Smell the ass of my jeans clean they'll do another day
And I recycle I sniff my own farts
I dial the wrong number hope a conversation starts
I mean I might as well be listenin' to Journey
Givin' myself a mullet hook the Flowbee to the Kirby
Make a prank call pretendin' I'm a mime
Get stuck in traffic just to pass the time
Sent a letter in the mail in Braille to Johnny Quest
Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch.
Must've blown a fuse nothin's goin' on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a Party Of Five
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not goin' nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums
When you wanna cum
Pacman: "Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! What it is motherfuckers?"
DJ Q-Ball: "Aw shit, here comes Pac-Man."
Jimmy Pop: "Hey Pac-Man, what's up?"
Pacman: "Me you bitches! I'm high on crack! Wanna freebase?"
Jimmy Pop: "No Pac-Man drugs are bad!"
DJ Q-Ball: "Nope can't help you man."
Pacman: "Pussies. Whoa! Holy shit!"
Must've blown a fuse nothin's goin' on
Lamer than the Pope climb the walls like King Kong
Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes
Deader than the parents on a Party Of Five
Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill
Not goin' nowhere slim chance we will
Less hip than Bo Jackson bored like wood
Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Relax don't do it when you wanna go to it
Relax don't do it when you wanna cum
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
Holy macaroni
