She like to fuck me, suck me, suck then fuck me I'm the ice cream man, she chunky monkey She like to twirly swirly, in my vanilla coupe She like my sugar cone seats I just took off the roof She got a marshmallow booty, I like to sprinkle it too I'm the

Je fais de la bisness Qui a besoin de charité Bonne conscience de mes fesses Des exploiteurs qui vont compter Sur leurs petites donations Pour continuer l’exploitation Tout en évitant l’insomnie J’attends impatient les ovnis Qui pourraient trancher dans

Yours is the only ocean, That I wanna swing from, I was biting the time zone, And we embellish the banks of our bloodstreams, And threw caution to the colorful Then we fell asleep in the car, Until the bumps woke me up in your grip And the tide took me

Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry But we're all unsure how much you've had But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses With wet white trousers on And worlds collide as the evening continues, the dignity

Brick by brick (ah) I want to build you up (brick by brick) I want to break you down (brick by brick) I'm going to reconstruct (brick by brick) I want to feel you love I want to steal your soul (brick by brick) I want to rock 'n' roll (brick by brick) I

Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me Fix your motherfuckin face nigga! Look at these fuckin chimpanzees Bunch of fuckin monkeys (Mr. Porter!) I been shot, I been stabbed I took all that I have to give And I never ran, never have

I'm the coolest monkey in the jungle (I'm the coolest monkey in the) In my life I fucked a couple witches, think I'm a wizard Hot as desert critters, or cooking gizzard Lick her like a lizard, that how I let her 'Cause she got them itty bitty titties,

Soy un perdedor I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me? In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose Kill

I'm a boy and I'm a man I gotta get away Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm eighteen

Pop goes the weasel I've no time to wait and sigh No patience to wait 'till by and by All around the cobbler's bench The monkey chased the weasel The monkey thought 'twas all in fun Kiss me quick, I'm off, goodbye Half a pound of tuppenny rice Half a