I can’t help my feelings (or the hole in my mind/ I’ll go out of my mind)
(These players/ spares/ bears / This band’s) come to get me cause they like my behind
I (fail at/ can’t love) my business if I can’t get a (drink/ trick)
Down on Santa Monica where tricks are for kids
Chorus:
Oh come on and kick me
Whoa come on and kick me
Whoa come on and kick me
You got your problems
I got my (a** wipe/ eyes wide/ white)
You got your big (cheese/ g’s)
I got my hash pipe
I can’t help my boogies they get out of control
I know that you don’t care but I want you to know
The kneestocking flavor is a favorite treat
Of men who don’t bother with the taste of a teat
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