Something About The Way You Taste
Makes Me Want To Clear My Throat
There’s A Message To Your Movements
That Really Gets My Goat
I Looked For Sniffy Linings
But You’re Rotten To The Core
I’ve Had Just About All I Can Take
You Know I Can’t Take It No More
Got A Gut Feeling
Centered ’round Long Time Ago
On Your Ability To Torment
Then You Took Your Tongs Of Love
And Stripped Away My Garment
Got A Gut Feeling
Slap Your Mammy Down
Slap Your Pappy Down Again
Oh Move It Up And Down Now
Oh Move It All Around Now