Use Your Fingers lyrics

The following Public Service Announcement is
brought you by an intoxicated homeless man.

Try throwin' your socks in the trash,
before they got the holes in the feet

Sponsered by Bloodhound Gang Hate Local Number 138

Coo coo ca choo baby you that's what you are
You are a Hollywood star you're the high priestess by far
And you know this tune's for you we call it Coo Coo Ca Choo
And it's a very brief description of the things we could do to you

Your body is incredible.

You were lookin' at me I was l lookin' at you
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo
You were l lookin' at me I was lookin' at you

Step back 'cause the bass is fuzzin'
Bloodhound gang bangs more than The Dirty Dozen
Alley Oop here comes the slam I know where I stand
I'm feelin' like Anthrax 'cause you know I'm The Man
Yeah I dug your dame but all I did was kiss her
But I got to second base with your mom and your sister
I'll wipe the grin off your face like I was a can of Windex

Roll the fuckin' tape back and let's try it again.
This time more sloppy, like childbirth.
Where's me fuckin' bass guitar?

Everybody look around hear the sound
Somethin' special's gonna come your way
We got somethin' new that is true
We got somethin' just for you today

All around the nation
Whoa
We're the new sensation
Have you heard?
Have you heard?
Have you heard?

Lookin' out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's movin'
I can feel the heat but it's soothing heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town

Downtown
The young ones are goin'
Downtown
The young ones are growin'

We're the kids in America whoa
We're the kids in America whoa

Ashes to ashes and funks to funky
Daddy Long Legs is a mean ass honky
And Jimmy Pop ain't no heiny hobbit gaybe
Ain't no big meaty chunks in my thick brown gravy
'Cause I'm the Loch Ness the Loch Ness the Loch Ness Monster
Jerry's Kids are knockin' at my door could you be a sponsor?
Tiny Bubbles in my tub pull my finger Lawrence Welk

I felt like shouting hurrah.

It goes one two three when I'm kickin' funky lyrics lyrics
I'm bustin' up vocabulary I want you all to hear it hear it
I'm bustin' up the rhythm 'cause I'm bustin' up the rhyme
Kickin' down the stop posts 'cause I wanna kicks the time
I'm diggin' down some knowledge 'cause you know I never hide it

Haha, all right Apollo!
Let's hear it one more time for mister, Gary, Coleman!
Whatcha talk about Willis? That joke is funny everytime I hear it!
Let's put your hands together now, Harlem
For, that's right, Harlem
That's right, get up now, Harlem
For The Blood, hound, Gang!

Yo wassup Apollooo
Everybody say "Ho!"
Get off the stage honkie boys...

I get bombed much like Pearl Harbor
The price is white right and I'm Bob Barker
This is your brain on drugs
This is your brain on Jackie Onassis
All you crotch goblins can kiss our asses
Yessirree Bob like corn on the cob
I'm all buttered up ready to hobnob
Daddy is a Kraut you're Nazi-occupied France
I'm gonna rise to the occasion inside my pants

Ein. Zwei. Drei.

Jimmy Pop's not a pooper not a pauper but a popper
And I got more pop than Orville Redenbacher
And I got more gravy than the whole Gravy Train
When I'm kooky goin' loopy like a man insane
Ha ha I won't be around when the world ends
So the only thing that I recycle is your girlfriend
Aw yeah back to the side I jump up I swing

So set your phasers on kill if ya will so catch the feelin'
Got your head a pumpin' a back and forth until it hits the ceilin'
Now I'm wheelin' dealin' stealin' Johnny's apple seeds
Slapped you with a baseball bat upside the head until it bleeds
Showin' no mercy step like Solomon Grundy
Hit ya with a table leg like I was Ted Bundy

Hey! Da dee dada dee da da
This is Rip Taylor
Hey there sprinkle genies!
Haha!
Did you know that midgets make up a small percentage of the population?
Hah!
Not half, up to here, HAHA HEY!
Woo
But seriously, don't you think it's time we had a female president?
With big gazooms? Tatee tattoo tees?
Tatta ta too tatas?
Baba bing bangs?
Big jugs, get it?
Hello Dolly

Baby
Yeah
The first time I saw you darling I knew I was in love
Tell her Daddy
The way you took your wheelchair up that handicap ramp
Mmm, it's a mind blower
But now baby I miss ya I miss ya
I miss all the times we played Marco Polo in the pool
Oh yeah
Hide and go seek beneath the sheets
Oh yeah
And just the smell of the oil in your wheelchair

I remember the day I saw you hobblin'

(Different Voice than from Use Your Fingers)
Soon to be released on world famous Cheese Factory Records.

(Singing) Take the good, take the bad, take the gold and there you have
Facts of life, the facts of life

The obnoxious model-beating lead vocalist of a certain
chart-topping heavy metal glam-rock band, although he can't be
named for legal reasons, he sings your favorite mid-8

Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We are the knuckleheads
Who's the knuckleheads?
We're the knuckleheads

If you would be the peanut butter then I would play the jelly
I'll peel apart your bread and then I'll penetrate your belly
Your blood stains mighty bad I wash it off with Coast

One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
To slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought Skip O'Pot2Mus
And Daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the Daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory makin' a big stink
Macin' up the toilet seat and poopin' in the sink