Hot Patootie

What have I happened to Saturday night? When you rest in trouble you felt alright Don't seem to say it since caused me blind Keep it to my life, I thought I was behind I used to dump around the chikoot go And listen to the music on the radio The sector phone was blowing on a rock and roll show

I'm in the back seat, really in the dream I'm a D-A-B-L-S muscle And it's like the fucking role I'm a D-A-B-L-S muscle I'm D-A-B-L-S muscle I'm a D-A-B-L-S muscle I'm D-A-B-L-S muscle I'm a D-A-B-L-S muscle I'm a D-A-B-L-S muscle You love it, Pachi!

My aunt used to swim from the perfume of smells. My hands kind of fumble with a wet plastic belt. My taste of baby poop, you're sticking that twin in mail. She whispered in my kitchen that she really was my aunt.

I think that can rhyme with some pale alambada, how that will change. And it's the family last song with your arms around you But you try to sing along with the predictors Oh, baby and I can try I can't even dance my song Baby, I can't even dance my song I can't even dance my song

I can't even dance my song I can't even dance my song I can't even dance my song I'm not gonna be back my soul I'm feeling it like I'm a hero I'm a hero I'm a hero I'm a hero I'm a hero I'm gonna stop you.

I'm gonna stop you. I'm gonna stop you. Oh, that's my fault. Oh, sit down. Like a stardom. God has somebody in here. What?