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Lyric You re pretty when I m drunk


One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
To slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought Skip O Pot2mus
And Daddy s gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the Daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
M.S.G. s tanked up and wizzin in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
Cause I m the one bottle willy with the 12 Horse Ale
After that I get silly like Soupy Sales
Now it s midnight and I m completely boofy blitzed
A six of Shlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I m ready to bitty battle
I m Hungry Like The Wolf but I ll end up tending cattle

Cause you re pretty when I m drunk
(You re pretty when I m drunk)
You re pretty when I m drunk
(You re pretty when I m drunk)
You re pretty when I m drunk
(You re pretty when I m drunk)
You re pretty when I m drunk
(and I m pretty fuckin drunk)

Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
Cause I m Mr. McFeelie with a speedy delivery
You d think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin me
But maybe I should check and see if this is where I wanna be
Hey Lupus is she cute? Yea for a pygmie
Aw! What do you know? You re probably going home alone
And it wouldn t be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it s only skin deep
It s in the eye of the beholder and my beholder s about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It s a msnags a trois you and me and Heineken

Cause you re pretty when I m drunk
(You re pretty when I m drunk)
You re pretty when I m drunk
(You re pretty when I m drunk)
You re pretty when I m drunk
(You re pretty when I m drunk)
You re pretty when I m drunk
(and I m pretty fuckin drunk)

Regrets I ve had a few
First and foremost I d like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we ll call you the Brand New Heavy
Your a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
You re Buddha you re Shamu you re Jabba the fuckin Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn t gonna worry
It was 3 A.M. and I wasn t gettin squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin
I was deep sea fishing I took a fat chance
But how was i supposed to know that Jabberjaws lived in your pants
At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you were an experiment

Cause you re pretty when I m drunk
(You re pretty when I m drunk)
You re pretty when I m drunk
(You re pretty when I m drunk)
You re pretty when I m drunk
(You re pretty when I m drunk)
You re pretty when I m drunk
(and I m pretty fuckin drunk)
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