Uploaded January 2012 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
Second track of the No Hard Feelings (Single) by Bloodhound Gang released in 26th April, 2006. (C) 2006 Geffen Records, Inc.
Remix -- Craig Groove
Lyrics by Jimmy Pop.
Ain't my job
Ain't my job
Anymore
Maybe you got screwed but I dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash
I put out despite the fact that you're like a Hawaiian Punch Moustache
Right under my nose thinking I'm so Colonel Klink Oblivious
But how could I Nazi? you got off Scot-free 'cause I know this means it
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore
If I want to be repeatedly shit on I'll go make dutch porn
When roughly translated even your naked truth means squat and what's more
I'm missing you like a Hijacked Flight on September 11th
I don't know who got on you but I'm not wrong in thanking them since it
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore
Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again
Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck
When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again
Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck
When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Ain't my job (I'm just gonna wrap it up)
To fuck you on your birthday (I'm just gonna wrap it up)
Ain't my job (I'm just gonna wrap it up)
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore (I'm just gonna wrap it up)
Ain't my job (I'm just gonna wrap it up)
To fuck you on your birthday (I'm just gonna wrap it up)
Ain't my job (I'm just gonna wrap it up)
To fuck you on your birthday (I'm just gonna wrap it up)
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore
Anymore
Anymore
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore
Ain't my job
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore
Ain't my job
Second track of the No Hard Feelings (Single) by Bloodhound Gang released in 26th April, 2006. (C) 2006 Geffen Records, Inc.
Remix -- Craig Groove
Lyrics by Jimmy Pop.
Ain't my job
Ain't my job
Anymore
Maybe you got screwed but I dumped you 'cause you ain't nothin' but trash
I put out despite the fact that you're like a Hawaiian Punch Moustache
Right under my nose thinking I'm so Colonel Klink Oblivious
But how could I Nazi? you got off Scot-free 'cause I know this means it
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore
If I want to be repeatedly shit on I'll go make dutch porn
When roughly translated even your naked truth means squat and what's more
I'm missing you like a Hijacked Flight on September 11th
I don't know who got on you but I'm not wrong in thanking them since it
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore
Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again
Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck
When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Maybe it ain't your birthday but then again
Ya know I wouldn't give a fuck
When what I shoulda got is over ya sooner so now
I'm just gonna wrap it up
Ain't my job (I'm just gonna wrap it up)
To fuck you on your birthday (I'm just gonna wrap it up)
Ain't my job (I'm just gonna wrap it up)
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore (I'm just gonna wrap it up)
Ain't my job (I'm just gonna wrap it up)
To fuck you on your birthday (I'm just gonna wrap it up)
Ain't my job (I'm just gonna wrap it up)
To fuck you on your birthday (I'm just gonna wrap it up)
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore
Anymore
Anymore
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore
Ain't my job
Ain't my job
To fuck you on your birthday, anymore
Ain't my job





![Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch (The Eiffel 65 Mix)
Second track of the The Bad Touch (Canada Promo) (Single) by Bloodhound Gang released in 27th September, 1999. (C) 1999 Geffen Records, Inc.
Remix Eiffel 65
Remix [Credited To] Maurizio Lobina
Lyrics by Jimmy Pop.
You and me baby we aint nothin but mammals
So lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby we aint nothin but mammals
So lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it now
You and me baby we aint nothin but mammals
So lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby we aint nothin but mammals
So lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin horny now
Sweat baby, sweat baby
Sex is a Texas drought
Me and you do the kind of stuff
That only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants
And I bet youll feel nuts
Yes Im Siskel, yes Im Ebert
And youre getting two thumbs up
Youve had enough of two-hand touch
You want it rough, youre out of bounds
I want you smothered, want you covered
Like my Waffle House hashbrowns
Comin quicker than Fed Ex
Never reach an apex
Just like coca-cola stock
You are inclined to make me rise an hour early
Just like daylight savings time
Do it now
You and me baby we aint nothin but mammals
So lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby we aint nothin but mammals
So lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it now
You and me baby we aint nothin but mammals
So lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby we aint nothin but mammals
So lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin horny now
Love, the kind you clean up
With a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt
Only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics? Let me be pacific
I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion
That the motion of your ocean means
Small Craft Advisory
So if I capsize on your thighs
High tide B-5 you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on
Im Mr. Coffee
With an automatic drip
So show me yours, Ill show you mine
Tool Time
Youll Lovett just like Lyle
And then well do it doggy style
So we can both watch X-Files
Do it now
You and me baby we aint nothin but mammals
So lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby we aint nothin but mammals
So lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it now
You and me baby we aint nothin but mammals
So lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby we aint nothin but mammals
So lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin horny now
You and me baby we aint nothin but mammals
So lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Do it again now
You and me baby we aint nothin but mammals
So lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
Gettin horny now Bloodhound Gang - The Bad Touch (The Eiffel 65 Mix)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/xtjExHfnTvI/mqdefault.jpg)




