Voltaire - The Dirtiest Song That Aint Lyrics
Now I've been around for a long timeAnd I learned along the wayThat if you wanna go on the radioThere are words you just can't sayNow I thought long about itAnd I found a way around itHelp me go on the radioYou gotta say those words I can'tYou got to sing a longTo make this songThe dirtiest song that aintCome on, ma'm! Wont you give me a handAnd say those words I can'tYou got to sing a longTo make this songThe dirtiest song that aintDown in CarolinaI met a girl with a niceSo I reached down between usAnd I whipped out myWe skipped right passed the suckingAnd got right down toShe turned and said "I gotta askWould you slip it into my?"Help me go on the radioYou gotta say those words I can'tYou got to sing a longTo make this songThe dirtiest song that aintCome on, man! Wont you give me a handAnd say those words I can'tYou got to sing a longTo make this songThe dirtiest song that aintHer husband was a truckerHe was a filthy motherI didn't want to wrastleWith this no good stinkin'I heard him come through the kitchen doorAs I was banging his filthyI knew I'd end up in a ditchIf he caught me riding hisHelp me go on the radioYou gotta say those words I can'tYou got to sing a longTo make this songThe dirtiest song that aintCome on, ma'm! Wont you give me a handAnd say those words I can'tYou got to sing a longTo make this songThe dirtiest song that aint"Mercy, Please!" I told him!But he grabbed me by theAnd he did something HeinousHe exposed hisI said "I don't mean to seem crassBut why are you buttering up your?"He said "My wife's a beard and she lured you hereBecause I'm queer and I love it in the!"You helped me go on the radio by saying the words I can't.You had to sing along to make this songThe dirtiest song that ain't.Sir and ma'am, thanks for lending a hand.By saying the words I can't.You had to sing along to make this songThe dirtiest song,The filthiest song,The dirtiest song that ain't.
