Lyrics:

Dont you wanna go down?
(Come on, come on, come on... come on, come on, come on)
Dont you wanna go down?
(Come on, come on, come on... come on, come on, come on)
Dont you wanna go down?
(Come on, come on, come on)
(Yeah boy!)

My names Cucci, Cucci Galore
My names Cucci, Cucci Galore
(Who are you?)
My names Cucci, Cucci Galore
My names Cucci, Cucci Galore

Everybody naked in the hot tub
Everybody want a baby oil back rub
Drinkin Champagne from your belly button
Lickin it up like wine
Everybody wanna make it with a playmate
Everybody wanna drive through the front gate
In a jet black Lamborghini
Leopard print fur lined

My names Cucci, Cucci Galore
My names Cucci, Cucci Galore

Dont you wanna go down?
(Come on, come on, come on... come on, come on, come on)
Dont you wanna go down?
(Come on, come on, come on... come on, come on, come on)
Dont you wanna go down?
(Come on, come on, come on)
(Yeah boy!)

My names Cucci, Cucci Galore
My names Cucci, Cucci Galore
(Who are you?)
My names Cucci, Cucci Galore
My names Cucci, Cucci Galore

Everybody wearin edible bikinis
Everybody want a chocolate martini
Naomi Campbell on a polar bear rug
Afternoon delight
Hangin out with Hef down in the grotto
Heartbreaker farm fresh from Ohio
Prove it to me youre a natural blonde
Caught a bunny in a lie

My names Cucci, Cucci Galore
My names Cucci, Cucci Galore

Dont you wanna go down?
(Come on, come on, come on... come on, come on, come on)
Dont you wanna go down?
(Come on, come on, come on... come on, come on, come on)
Dont you wanna go down?
(Come on, come on, come on... come on, come on, come on)
Dont you wanna go down?
(Come on, come on, come on... come on, come on, come on)
Dont you wanna go down?
(Come on, come on, come on)
(Yeah boy!)

What the fuck dyou say?
Bitch, go get your clothes
Hell no, you cant sleep here
Huh, me?

They call me Bobby, Bobby Shazam
They call me Bobby, Bobby Shazam
(Who are you?)
They call me Bobby, Bobby Shazam
Bitch, my name is Bobby Shazam

Pamelas here hangin with a douchebag
Im sippin on a full fifth of Red Stag
Short stories and a couple of vials
Detroit city style!!

Dont you wanna go down?
(Come on, come on, come on... come on, come on, come on)
Dont you wanna go down?
(Come on, come on, come on... come on, come on, come on)
Dont you wanna go down?
(Come on, come on, come on... come on, come on, come on)
Dont you wanna go down?
(Come on, come on, come on... come on, come on, come on)
Dont you wanna go down?
(Come on, come on, come on)
(Yeah boy!)

My names Cucci, Cucci Galore
My names Cucci, Cucci Galore
My names Cucci, Cucci Galore
My names Cucci, Cucci Galore
My names Cucci, Cucci Galore
My names Cucci, Cucci Galore
My names Cucci, Cucci Galore
My names Cucci, Cucci Galore