I wanna blow blow blow on all the nipples on the block
“Wah! Wah! Wah!” say the kids that can talk
This party’s too tripping, I can’t afford to waste a drop
I got a tenner, a five, a combination to the bra lock
They got red ones, green ones, and purple nipples rock
Fraggle Rock, punk rock, “beam me up” the Scotty Spock
When I’m loose on the streets there’s a party in my pants
Its called Mr. Gangrene, so give it a chance
Its rough, and it back talks, fills your expanse
Mean people take note: its sharper than a lance
“Ouch” say the kitty, the milk is spicy/hot
But smooth like a foxtrot, quick like a gunshot
We got Mars on our brains, pop goes the Champagne
Open up wide, disappears down the drain
Getting funky, wasted, teacher’s got a pet
Named Julie, Bobby, Franky, and Mrs. Peanut
It was time for a break, it was time for a plan
How do I get those nipples in my hands?
I could ask, I could beg, think of something sweet
But the simple fact remains: my distance from your teats
When I look to the mirror and out pops a pimple
I'm reminded of the time I nutted on your dimple
Its summer in the Mission and you’re fresh like a taco
Welcome aboard -- “Giddy Up,” Bronco
Vegas is hot, San Francisco bumpin
Driving through Rome: my crib is thumpin
Its a bumpin, a thumpin, a b-b-b-b-bumpin!
From NASA to Boeing to Delta First Class
When you hear a sonic boom: I’m tapping that ass
Its a one-way/two-way, don't give a crap
You just hit the pedal, ya don't need a map
Coke, Pepsi, Sprite, or kombucha
Gonna pump you full of Thus Spake Zarathustra
Descartes, Socrates, Plato and China
This motherfucker was born in a diner
Minnesota, Taipei, Montreal and Chile
Football, soccer -- talking about my willy
All the Times of London, New York to L.A.
Ain’t no difference -- got my nuts on a tray
Heavy on cake with the butter cream frosting
On the cover of Vogue just like that waif Kate Moss did
Mr. Clean’s on the scene, party latrine
Kid’s jambee, eating larva-dried treats
A small step, an uncomplete erect
A caterpillar died eating Burka Queen pie
Junk Ball® planes landed today
Its gotta fizz, I’m gonna take a whizz
Shake off your tutu on my behind
Get baked on Voodoo -- we’re drinking fine wine
I called Captain Zulu just to give me the time
But my man was to busy humping Bach on a landmine
From NASA to Boeing to Delta First Class
When you hear a sonic boom: I’m tapping that ass
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