Why do you do? what you do? I do what I want to do Who said you could do what you do? I told you who told me to I do what I want to do, I do what I want
My love comes and when it does It's a crazy kind of selective affection My love flows like a wise guy's tie In the zaniest of directions My love protection
She's the kinda girl Who changes her mind real quick She's the kinda girl Who won't just let things sit Like two trains on one track And bound for a crash Two red
party on your pussy, baby Well, I want to party on, party on your pussy I want to party on your pussy, baby Well, I want to party on your pussy, yeah
it to the bridge Before you started to skid. look out, kid The good God willin', we'll bebop to Bob Dylan Chillin'em, thrillin' 'em, and red hot killin
Welcome friends to my thoughts of when The fax city 4 were four young men Time has come and now we jam With the uplift mofo party plan We're the organic
Flashin' lots of cash and spendin' lots-o-loot He's sitting at the bar, then he's sittin' at the booth Across the dance floor he does scoot He's the skinny
Well I'm walking on down the road But it can't be heaven 'cause the streets aren't gold And everybody knows what Bobby D was told I'm walkin' on down
than Larry Holmes come your long tall daddies of rock and roll Take me to your backwoods now take me to your backwoods now Mr. Uplift Mofo - my man
: One day while bathing in the sea my talking dolphin spoke to me he spoke to me in symphony from freedom's peace beneath the sea he looked to me eyes
: Flashin' lots of cash and spendin' lots-o-loot he's sitting at the bar - then he's sittin' at the booth across the dance floor he does scoot he's the
tell you you've got to be afraid I'm here today to pump up the uplift mofo party plan a plan based on a band, a band based on a plan there should be
I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on, party on your pussy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah
She's the kinda girl who changas her mind really quick she's the kinda girl who won't just let things sit like two trains on one track bound for a crash two red
: Well I'm walking on down the road but it can't be heaven 'cause the streets aren't gold and everybody knows what bobby d was told I'm walkin' on down
want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on, party on your pussy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah
it to the bridge before you started to skid Look out, kid the good god willin', we'll bebop to Bob Dylan chillin'em, thrillin'em, and red hot killin'
: My love comes, and when it does it's a crazy kind of selective affection my love flows lika a wize guy's tie in the zanniest of directions my love