Right Hand A-rama

I'm taking a ride to the liquor store

I'm looking for a beer and a little bit more

I'm gonna spend all the money she had

on a nude girl in a dirty old magazine

50 cents cheaper than the real thing

even though it may be a little bit disgusting

can't call a bitch and it ain't got no drama

it's called a new sensation called the right hand-a-rama

I don't know why

I don't know why

It sure feels good

most every time

alright

Pamela and her five sisters

are giving me a bad case of nasty blisters

a third degree burn going straight to my head

I guess my pipes are a little bit rusted

close encounters of the strangest kind

I got the heebee-jeebes for the hundredth time

It didn't work out the way it was planned

all I got now is a beer in my hand

I don't know why

I don't know why

It sure feels good

most every time

I'll tell you why

alright