Yummy Down On This Lyrics by Bloodhound Gang

Yummy Down On This Lyrics

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    Ouch it won’t reach my mouth
    If I could do it myself I’d probably never leave the house
    But I can’t so here’s where you come in
    Giving it "Diff’rent Strokes" just like Arnold Drummond
    Hummin’ hmm hmm good like Campbell’s
    And you’ll handle the sack like the quarterback Randall
    Cunningham like Joanie loves Chachi
    They call him Ralph Mouth ‘cause he’s down on Potsie
    Rocky chasing the chicken
    Watch the plot thicken with the cock when your lickin’
    Me like Apollo your Creed my Mission
    You go down for the count I countdown ignition
    Blast off you’re a rocket scientist
    A genius what I mean is you suck at this
    So escargot ‘cause my snail needs Frenchin’
    You must be five stars cause my staff’s at full attention

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    Dinner for one I know you got your reservations
    Starvation like a Third World Nation
    So do it for the children and I’ll make a donation
    My fly’s in your eyes let me rise to the occasion
    In my Underoos I tend to be brief
    So when you’re sinking your teeth deep into my beef
    You can fondle but it’s kind of like McDonald’s realize it’s
    Just a Happy Meal so you can’t Super Size it
    Told to hold the pickle then you went and blew it
    Gherkin off and the Special Sauce comes included
    But you knew it did so concentrate like Tropicana
    To eat a Chiquita you need to grow the banana
    So can ya Bob like Dylan on my Peter like Criss
    ‘Til it’s Chubby like Checker c’mon baby do the twist
    It’s all in the wrist like table tennis
    So beat me like Betty Crocker cake mix

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    Suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it
    Suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it
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    Suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it

    If you were a Hindu I could aim for the dot

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    Yummy down on this throbbing pole of hot man chicken.
    And feel free to wiggledunk those purple bulldog cheeks.

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