ONE NIGHT ME AND THE CREW HIT THE ROAD ON A MISSION. TO SLURP FREE BREW AND GO FUZZY
FLOUNDER FISHIN’. KAYJEES ON THE HI-FI AND THE KEG WAS BOTTOMLESS. UNTIL WE BROUGHT
SKIP O’ POT2MUS. AND DADDY’S GONNA GET SOME PROBABLY UNDERAGE AND DUMB. AND
EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT THE DADDY EATS HIS YOUNG. LUPUS IN THE LAVATORY MAKING A BIG
STINK. MACING UP THE TOILET SEAT AND POOPING IN THE SINK. M.S.G.ЪFFFFB9S TANKED UP AND WIZZIN’ IN
A CUP. WAITING FOR A SPRINKLE GENIE TO COME AND DRINK IT UP. CAUSE I’M THE ONE BOTTLE
WILLY WITH THE 12 HORSE ALE. AFTER THAT I GET SILLY LIKE SOUPY SALES. NOW IT’S MIDNIGHT AND
I’M COMPLETELY BOOFY BLITZED. A SIX OF SHLITZ AND THE JEW BREW MANISCHEWITZ. WITH MY
BEER-TINTED GLASSES I’M READY TO BITTY BATTLE. I’M HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF BUT I’LL END UP
TENDING CATTLE. CAUSE YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK. (YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK).
YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK. (YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK). YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M
DRUNK. (YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK). YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK. (AND I’M PRETTY
FUCKIN’ DRUNK). HERE SHE COMES, A FUNKY FRIED CUTIE. MR. JIMMY POP ALI IS GONNA GET SOME
BOOTY. CAUSE I’M MR. MCFEELIE WITH A SPEEDY DELIVERY. YOU’D THINK I WAS A DITCH THE WAY
THIS CHICK WAS DIGGIN’ ME. BUT MAYBE I SHOULD CHECK AND SEE IF THIS IS WHERE I WANNA BE.
HEY LUPUS IS SHE CUTE? YEA FOR A PYGMIE. AW! WHAT DO YOU KNOW? YOU’RE PROBABLY GOING
HOME ALONE. AND IT WOULDN’T BE THE FIRST TIME THAT I GAVE A DOG A BONE. PLUS BEAUTY, IT’S
ONLY SKIN DEEP. IT’S IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER AND MY BEHOLDER’S ABOUT TO TWEAK. I
COULD TAP THAT BARREL, IN FACT I KNOW I CAN. IT’S A MЪFFFFC9NAGЪFFFFC9 A TROIS YOU AND ME AND
HEINEKEN. CAUSE YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK. (YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK). YOU’RE
PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK. (YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK). YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK.
(YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK). YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK. (AND I’M PRETTY FUCKIN’
DRUNK). REGRETS I’VE HAD A FEW. FIRST AND FOREMOST I’D LIKE TO MENTION YOU. FOR THE SAKE
OF CONVERSATION WE’LL CALL YOU THE BRAND NEW HEAVY. YOUR A MIX BETWEEN AN UGNAUT
AND EUGENE LEVY. YOUR BUDDHA YOUR SHAMU YOUR JABBA THE FUCKIN’ HUTT. YOU HAD
HARPOON SCARS AND YOUR BOOBIES WERE HAIRY. I SMELT TUNA MELT BUT I WASNЪFFFFB9T GONNA
WORRY. IT WAS 3 A.M. AND I WASN’T GETTIN’ SQUAT. SO I ROLLED YOU UP IN FLOUR AND AIMED IT
FOR THE WET SPOT. I WAS BUTTERING ROLLS LIKE A SOUP KITCHEN CHRISTIAN. THEN IT HIT ME
SOMETHING BIT ME WHILE MY LITTLE ROD WAS FISHIN’. I WAS DEEP SEA FISHING I TOOK A FAT
CHANCE. BUT HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT JABBERJAWS LIVED IN YOUR PANTS . AT THAT
JUNCTION I CAME TO REALIZE. THAT ONLY FRANK PURDUE LIKES THIGHS THAT SIZE. FATTY FATTY
BOOM BA LATTY I GOTTA LAMENT. THAT YOU WERE NOT A GIRL YOU WERE AN EXPERIMENT. CAUSE
YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK. (YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK). YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M
DRUNK. (YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK). YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK. (YOU’RE PRETTY
WHEN I’M DRUNK). YOU’RE PRETTY WHEN I’M DRUNK. (AND I’M PRETTY FUCKIN’ DRUNK).
