The Bad Touch - Bloodhound Gang

Sweat baby sweat baby sex is a Texas drought

Me and you do the kind of stuff that only prince would sing about

So put your hands down my pants and I'll bet you'll feel nuts

Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert and you're getting two thumbs up

You've had enough of two-hand touch you want it rough you're out of bounds

I want you smothered want you covered like my waffle house hashbrowns

Come quicker than fedex never reach an apex just like coca-cola stock you are inclined

To make me rise an hour early just like daylight savings time

Do it now

Love the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket

Like the lost catacombs of Egypt only God knows where we stuck it

Hieroglyphics? let me be specific I wanna be down in your south seas

But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean means small craft advisory

So if I capsize on your thighs high tide, b5 you sunk my battleship

Please turn me on I'm mister coffee with an automatic drip

So show me yours I'll show you mine tool time you'll Lovett just like Lyle

And then well do it doggy style so we can both watch x-files