Strap On That There Jammy Pac.
Get A Grip On Your Soul.
Sip On That There Family Flask,
And I'll Guide You Towards The Door.
She Don't Feed Me In The Mornin',
And I Can't Take No More!
So Strap On That There Jammy Pac,
And Get Up Off My Floor.
Strap On That There Jammy Pac
And Slide A Double Dime My Way.
Dry Off Your Distributor Cap,
And Hip Me To The Game You Play.
She's Jonesin' For A Jammy
With A Girl That I Call "Tammy",
So Strap On That There Jammy Pac,
It's Time For You To Pay.

Strap On That There Jammy Pac.
She Hypnotized One Dude.
Stains You Like A Heart Attack.
Van Winkle Says "Fuck You."
Never Made Me No Supper.
A Boy Like Me Needs It, Too!
So Strap On That Thar Jammy Pac,
It's Time To Pay Your Due.