Bloodhound Gang - You're Pretty When I'm Drunk Lyrics
One night me and the crew hit the road on a missionTo slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishinKayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomlessUntil we brought skip o pot2musAnd daddys gonna get some probably underage and dumbAnd everybody knows that the daddy eats his youngLupus in the lavatory making a big stinkMacing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sinkM.s.g.s tanked up and wizzin in a cupWaiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it upCause Im the one bottle willy with the 12 horse aleAfter that I get silly like soupy salesNow its midnight and Im completely boofy blitzedA six of shlitz and the jew brew manischewitzWith my beer-tinted glasses Im ready to bitty battleIm hungry like the wolf but Ill end up tending cattleCause youre pretty when Im drunk(youre pretty when Im drunk)Youre pretty when Im drunk(youre pretty when Im drunk)Youre pretty when Im drunk(youre pretty when Im drunk)Youre pretty when Im drunk(and Im pretty *****in drunk)Here she comes, a funky fried cutieMr. jimmy pop ali is gonna get some bootyCause Im mr. mcfeelie with a speedy deliveryYoud think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin meBut maybe I should check and see if this is where I wanna beHey lupus is she cute? yea for a pygmieAw! what do you know? youre probably going home aloneAnd it wouldnt be the first time that I gave a dog a bonePlus beauty, its only skin deepIts in the eye of the beholder and my beholders about to tweakI could tap that barrel, in fact I know I canIts a msnags a trois you and me and heinekenCause youre pretty when Im drunk(youre pretty when Im drunk)Youre pretty when Im drunk(youre pretty when Im drunk)Youre pretty when Im drunk(youre pretty when Im drunk)Youre pretty when Im drunk(and Im pretty *****in drunk)Regrets Ive had a fewFirst and foremost Id like to mention youFor the sake of conversation well call you the brand new heavyYour a mix between an ugnaut and eugene levyYou can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gutYoure buddha youre shamu youre jabba the *****in huttYou had harpoon scars and your *****ies were hairyI smelt tuna melt but I wasnt gonna worryIt was 3 a.m. and I wasnt gettin squatSo I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spotI was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen christianThen it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishinI was deep sea fishing I took a fat chanceBut how was I supposed to know that jabberjaws lived in your pantsAt that junction I came to realizeThat only frank purdue likes thighs that sizeFatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lamentThat you were not a girl you were an experimentCause youre pretty when Im drunk(youre pretty when Im drunk)Youre pretty when Im drunk(youre pretty when Im drunk)Youre pretty when Im drunk(youre pretty when Im drunk)Youre pretty when Im drunk(and Im pretty *****in drunk)
