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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mr. Bungle
Künstler:in
Theo Lengyel
Altsaxofon
Trevor Dunn
Bass
Danny Heifetz
Schlagzeug
Trey Spruance
Gitarre
Mike Patton
Stimme und Gesang
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mr. Bungle
Produzent:in
David Bryson
Mischtechniker:in
Bob Ludwig
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
John Zorn
Produzent:in
Lyrics
I wanna lock Betty Crocker in the kitchen
And knock her upper during supper
Clutter up her butter gutter
Hostess Ding Dong wrapped an eggroll around my wong
While Dolly Madison proceeded to ping my pong
Your Milky Way is M'n'M in your britches
And I'll tell you Baby Ruth it looks mighty delicious
Keep blowing my gum, 'cause here I come
I'm gonna get you all sticky with my Bubble Yum
Knick-knack paddywhack and give your dog a bone, baby (yeah)
Knick-knack paddywhack and give your dog a bone, baby
I was givin' some head to some French bread
It was a four course orgy on the spread of my bed
French kissin' French fries in my Fruit of the Looms
I get deeper penetration with a fork and a spoon
I got yogurt meat loaf smeared all over my ass
My Weiner in two buns, and then give it the gas
Sour cream from my spleen into Levi jeans
Gonna bust the seams with my refried beans
Ronald McDonald just loves to be fondled
With Big Mac, he'll fuck it like a Chicken McNugget
Colonel Sanders wants to goose Granny's loose caboose
He's gonna give her a boost with that Kentucky fried juice
Sooper-doop-poop-scoop, loop-de-loop, chicken coop
Shoot some hoop, top sirloin from the groin
Topped with dick cheese, sneeze, wheeze
From the skeez disease, wooi!
Knick-knack paddywhack and give your dog a bone, baby
Knick-knack paddywhack and give your dog a bone, baby
Take a dump, baby, squirt some gravy
Pour some sugar on me, honey, make it brown and runny
Give a little Flavor Flav, back from the grave
Gonna burn some toast, pump some humpin' rump roast
Knick-knack paddywhack, jump in the sack, in fact
Jerk the smack and crack Jack from the back
Bananarama or ramabanana
Fuckin' Barry Manilow on the Copa Cabana
Ooh!
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
Oh!
Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna
So, you can squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna
Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna
Squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my -
Who? Who? Who?
Who? Who? Who?
You gotta syphon the spinach, you gotta cream the corn
Sperm scrambles the eggs and a meal is born
Cookin' like a beginner, but I'm goin' up in her
I had Fritos for lunch I'm havin' bush for dinner
Chef Boyardee and the Three Musketeers
Shove Charleston Chews in their rears like queers
"Holy moly, guacamole!" said my Chips Ahoy
I'm gonna pinch a ravioli on the Pillsbury dough, boy!
Knick-knack paddywhack and give your dog a boner, baby
Knick-knack paddywhack and give your dog a boner, baby
We came to pottie
We came to pottie down your throat
We came to pottie
We came to pottie down your throat (Raymond, where's the fuckin' beer, man?)
We came to pottie
We came to pottie down your throat
We came to pottie
We came to pottie down your throat (do you want me to pour it?)
We came to pottie (no, I want you to fuck it!)
We came to pottie down your throat (shit, yes, pour the fucking beer!)
We came to pottie
We came to pottie down your throat
"Where's the glasses? That beer's going to get warm"
"One thing I can't fuckin' stand is warm beer, it makes me fuckin' puke!"
"Darling, where's the glasses?"
(Pottie! Pottie!)
"Get the fuck out of here!"
"Get those tits out, bitch!"
"Get out of my fucking house!"
"Gimme some beer, dude!"
(Pottie! pottie! Dude)
"Hey, I'm tellin' you" (pottie!)
"Hey, man (pottie!), You're fuckin' good?" (Pottie!)
"Are you fuckin' good?" (I'm fuckin' good)
"You gotta pinch a loaf in the toilet, man!" (Pottie!)
"Dude, did that chick just grab your balls?) (Pottie!)
(Ha-ha-ha-ha) (pottie!)
You gotta smack fast (woo!) (ha-ha-ha-ha)
(Pottie!) (Ha-ah!)
"Keep shut, but-
Oh cheeks, oh God, tight fucking cheeks
Oh God, oh yeah
Magazines, magazines, festival, carnival
Fuckin' carnival, man"
Writer(s): Michael Allen Patton, Preston Lea Iii Spruance, Daniel Heifetz, Trevor Roy Dunn
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