
By The Bloodhound Gang
("Ha ha, well now! We call this the act of mating.
But there are several
other very important differences between
human beings and animals that you
should know about.")
(whisper: "I'd appreciate your input")
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'll bet
you'll feel nuts
Yes, I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're
getting two thumbs up
You've had enough of two-hand touch, you want
it rough, you're out of bounds
I want to you smothered, want you covered,
like my Waffle House hash browns
Come quicker than Fed Ex, never reaching apex
like Coca-Cola stock you are
inclined to make me rise an hour early just
like Daylight Savings Time
CHORUS:
(do it now)
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
(do it again now)
You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals
So let's 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 in your thighs, high tide,
B-5, you sunk my battle ship
Please turn me on, I'm Mr. Coffee with an
automatic drip
So show me yours I'll show you mine "Tool
Time", you'll Lovett just like Lyle
And then we'll do it doggie style so we can
both watch X-Files
(Chorus)
(repeat)
(repeat)
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