Lyrics:

Buffaloed in Buffalo
And I was entertained in Houston
Yew Nork, New York, you gotta choose one
It's a tripe face boogie
Boogie my speakers away yeah yeah yeah
I don't want your money
Don't want your time
Please don't tripe me, honey
And I'll give you back your dime
Hype face boogie
Boogie my scruples away - ho!
I don't dig potato chips
And I can't dig tortes
Tripe my guacamole baby
Tripe my army, in ya, gotta
Tripe my shorts
It's a high case boogie
Boogie my sneakers away yeah
I say, ripe boogie, a hype boogie, it's a ripe boogie
All night long ...

You bring the guitar
I'll bring the wine
Blow out our speakers
Just one more time
It's a tripe face boogie
Lookout!
Give tripe face away
I said, lookout!
Give tripe face away
I said, lookout!
Give tripe face away