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| Song: | No Rest For The Wicked | 
| Album: | use your fingers | Genres: |   | 
| Year: | 1995 | 
Length: | 171 sec | 
Lyrics:
I get bombed much like Pearl Harbor 
The price is white right and I'm Bob Barker 
This is your brain on drugs 
This is your brain on Jackie Onassis 
All you crotch goblins can kiss our asses 
Yessirree Bob like corn on the cob 
I'm all buttered up ready to hobnob 
Daddy is a Kraut you're Nazi-occupied France 
I'm gonna rise to the occasion inside my pants 
So yo ass yeah you I wanna Fraggle Rock your girlie 
Comin' around the party comin' around like Mr. Furley 
I'm Mr. Furley you're Jack Tripper 
You're dumb ass Gilligan and I'm the Skipper 
Tiptoe through my tulips and come and frolic 
'Cause my name is Betty Ford and she's an alcoholic 
So here I am rock me like a hurricane 
Not a Scorpion but my sting will bring your dame a lot of pain 
And Daddy's gonna tell ya I'm as cool as Jack the Ripper 
Somewhat of a cutthroat but still a big tipper 
As I tickle you pink I bet my fingers start to stink 
I'm what's missin' from your life and you're the missing link 
It doesn't matter how you win or lose it's how you lick it 
No rest for the wicked 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Flips it up in the air like my name was Bob Barker 
I always kicks it cold so I gotta wear my parka 
I'm leavin' down my marker I'm stalkin' like a stalker 
Usin' the force like my name was Luke Skywalker 
Left hand's on the wheel and the right one on the bottle 
One foot in the grave and the other on the throttle 
I'm floatin' through your atmosphere like the comet Haley 
As freaky as a freak show call me Barnum and Bailey 
So yo ho my Cheerio here I'm comin' around the bend 
Don't try to shake my hand I'm not your fuckin' friend 
Body slam ya to the ground like I was Captain Lou Albano 
Hit ya in the balls 'til you're singin' soprano 
Slide to the dance floor groove 'til you get sore 
Listen to the tiger's roar I'll pump you like a seesaw 
I'm a tattooed demon do you catch my meanin' 
Think that you're dreamin' but soon you'll be screamin' 
I got more senseless violence than a Thrilla In Manila 
Like my hero Gacy I'm a stone cold killer 
I got my moves from Thriller I'm Fish you're Barney Miller 
I'm spreadin' out the carnage like Mecha-Godzilla 
Like Jimmy Pop says he's as cool as Jack the Ripper 
So take off your panties and kick off your slippers 
Do as I say and I will be a big tipper 
More smooth moves than my man Jack Tripper 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off 
Get down drink it up bring it on take it off
	
	
	
	
		
		
	
	
	
			
	   	 
     
	
    
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