Something About The Way You Taste
Makes Me Want To Clear My Throat
There's A Message To Your Movements
I Looked For Sniffy Linings
That Really Gets My Goat
But You're Rotten To The Core
I've Had Just About All I Can Take
You Know I Can't Take It No More
Got A Gut Feeling
On Your Ability To Torment
Centered 'round Long Time Ago
And Stripped Away My Garment
Then You Took Your Tongs Of Love
Slap Your Mammy Down

Got A Gut Feeling
Oh Move It Up And Down Now
Oh Move It All Around Nowslap Your Pappy Down Again