Little Sally Walker, sittin in a saucer,
Oh, how I tossed that ass up
Like a mission in the woods, woody woodpecker would if he could,
But I didn't want to pass it up
To the next man had my walkman bumpin on
The fifty yard line and my adrenoline pumpin
Like a kill thriller driller tiller out with the miller brew
Filler up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked (??)
Luke skywalker ain't a sweettalker so I got ill
With my light saber that came in one fancy flavor
My strange behavior led to an outburst
The night felt good but the day got worse
I thought I was alone slim trade the stowaway
With a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and i'm busted for real
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
What to say the least
I'm so slick that they need to call me grease
Cuz I slips and I slides when I rides on the beast
Imani and your mom sittin in a tree,
K-i-s-s-i-n-g
Yo first comes the tounge
And then come the she my homey's m-o-m what (m-i-e)
Yo, and to think from day one in my eyes I show fear cuz
I stepped into his house his
Mom's grinnin ear to ear
Gigglin and winks for weeks
I would encounter from this female
She's sizin me up for the kill
Oh what the hell is what I said to myself so that I wouldn't worry
I'm sittin on the couch and wish Greg would please hurry up
She offered me a cup of ripple broke out the titty
Squezed her nipple said suck it if you like but please don't bite it
I had an urge to say fuck it but I knew I had to fight it
Before I could say alakazam (???)
I took this old bitch in a doggie style
Greg walked in the room that nigga cold had a fit
But all this numbskull could say was oh shit!
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh
sh-
Son-of-a bitch, son-of-a bitch, come on!Mark Volman (vocals)
Howard Kaylan (vocals)
Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
George Duke (keyboards, trombone)
Martin Lickert (bass)
Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set)
Jim Pons (vocals)
Female Soprano:
Why don't you strap on this here bunch of cardboard boxes daddy-o?
Chorus:
Joy of my desiring
Female Soprano:
You certainly look suave and get me hot.
Chorus:
Hot hot. Get me hot
Female Soprano:
And horny.
If there's one thing I really get off on,
it's a nun suit painted on some old boxes.
Chorus:
Some old melodies.
Female Soprano:
Four-four... an aura
Chorus:
An areola
Female Soprano:
Pink gums. Stumpy gray teeth.
Chorus:
Dental floss.
Female Soprano:
Gets me hot. Want to watch a dental hygiene movie?