• 标题:You're Pretty When I'm Drunk
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    One night me and the crew hit the rad 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.'s 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
    (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 menage a trois you and me and Heineken
    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
    You're a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
    You can call it big-boned, I'd prefer to call it gut
    You're Buddha you're Shamu you're Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
    You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
    I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't 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