Spit

Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating

'Til we pass out on the floor

Met a little girl with no bloomers on

When she showed me her fake I.D. I knew something was wrong

She said let's dance

Said I got a wooden leg

Said I'd like to see you on your knees

She's cuddly wuddly wuddly too

She's cuddly wuddly wuddly got a hold on you

Yeah you got a reputation for coming on strong

Now you're leanin' up against my dang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang

Here we go to your bungalow

Boyfriend's on the road

Put the spit on

Put the spit on

Get a little nervous

What can a poor boy say

'Bout a girl that fucks a different guy each and every day

But she's cuddly wuddly wuddly

Too bad

You don't dig dudes that play guitar

You got a thing for drummers

You got a thing for men with scars

Put the spit on

Put the spit on

Put the spit on

Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating 'til we pass out

On the floor

Put the spit on

Put the spit on

Put the spit on

Put the spit on

Put the spit on

Put the spit on