ICH BIN HOOVEPARTER
Aww, if you're looking for delight,
Or you're spoiling for a fight.
Maybe you wanna play the clown,
Or just might need a little slapping down.
Shall I put it to you straight,
Or do you first expect me to gesticulate?
Turn your torture to the wall,
Heed you now the foreskin's call.
Have you met kielbasa king, would you like to hear him sing?
Ich bin hooveparter.
Ich bin hooveparter.
Ich bin hooveparter,
Ich bin hooveparter.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Off to find the fetid flesh,
Instant grinding pelvic mesh.
Beaver patrollin' down by the mall,
Where the piggies bust you for the alcohol.
If I can bear to see your face,
Have a drink honey, it looks like you found the right place.
Ich bin hooveparter.
Ich bin hooveparter.
Ich bin hooveparter,
Ich bin hooveparter.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
C & P Copyright Chris Giunta 2011 |
