Текст песни Bloodhound Gang - Screwing You On The Beach At Night

Grrarrr!

Nothing heats up my jacuzzi like when
This used my thong, I found and bedazzled with gems,
Brushes ever so gently against some boobs...

I guess, it's hard to believe that one man
Could have a ponytail this sensitive and
Distract an aggressive hawk that cornered you

I know my haikus are freaking intense,
But even the words I made up to sound French,
Don't express my feeling for your toilet parts

I would show up for our pottery class,
Dressed like a pirat with John Water's mustache,
On a unicorn that shits your name in stars...

Fucking's cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type ,
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like,
Screwing you on the beach at night...

Fucking's cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type ,
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like,
Screwing you on the beach at night...

...One milkshake, two straws!

Fucking's cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type ,
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like,
Screwing you on the beach at night...

Fucking's cool, but Jimmy's the romantic type ,
Loitering on cliffs, thinking about stuff like,
Screwing you on the beach at night...

Don't I (Don't I)
Sound so (Sound so)
Sexy... (Sexy)
Echo... (Echo)

Release the doves!