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Mope Lyrics - Hooray For Boobies - Bloodhound Gang

We gonna drop this next bomb 

For a money makin' playa that ain't with us no mo' 

Yeah, Notorious B.I.G. 

 

Hell no, we gonna do this 

For a gangbangin' thug that never seen it comin' 

Yeah, Tupac Shakur 

 

Nah bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout 

Motherfuckin' Falco and shit 

What? Falco? 

 

Ooh, rock me, Amadeus, ooh, rock me, Amadeus 

Ooh, rock me, Amadeus, ooh, rock me, Amadeus 

Ooh, rock me, Amadeus, ooh, rock me, Amadeus 

Ooh, rock me, Amadeus, ooh, rock me, Amadeus 

Ooh, rock me, Amadeus 

 

Tried to OD on the Cold-Eeze 

'Golden Girls' got me 'Sweatin' To The Oldies' 

Hanging out like Double Ds sip Long Island Iced Teas 

Wrote to Mayor McCheese "Send a Shamrock Shake please" 

 

Three o' clock on the dot, time to cruise for eighth graders 

Rather tape the Weather Channel so that I can watch it later 

Reruns of reruns, so what's happenin'? 

Dee's knocked up and Rog on crack again 

 

Deep throat a whole Nutty Buddy 

Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty 

Make a Spam and Colgate sandwich and ate it 

Go through "National Geographic" and draw panties on the natives 

 

So I like to dance naked in front of my pets 

But my cat was inattentive so I sent him U.P.S. 

Playin' 'spin the bottle' with my mom 

I watch "Cops" with no pants on 

 

Must've blown a fuse nothing going on 

Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong 

Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes 

Deader than the parents on a 'Party of Five' 

 

Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill 

Not going nowhere, slim chance we will 

Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood 

Dick around like 'Frankie Goes To Hollywood' 

 

Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it 

Relax, don't do it, when you wanna come 

Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it 

Relax, don't do it, when you wanna come 

 

Nowhere to go, I can't wake up late 

Just sit around and wait for my Old Spice to activate 

Stalemate, jailbait in 'My So-Called Life' imprisonment 

Amazing what a good breakfast pickles make, isn't it? 

 

I like to pretend I'm speed reading 

Never lose the sight of the thrill of sneezing 

Don't need a shower today, just some Brut by Faberge 

Smell the ass of my jeans, clean, they'll do another day 

 

And I recycle, I sniff my own farts 

I dial the wrong number, hope a conversation starts 

I mean I might as well be listenin' to Journey 

Givin' myself a mullet hook the Flowbee to the Kirby 

 

Make a prank call pretendin' I'm a mime 

Get stuck in traffic just to pass the time 

Sent a letter in the mail in Braille to Johnny Quest 

Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch 

 

Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on 

Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong 

Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes 

Deader than the parents on a 'Party of Five' 

 

Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill 

Not going nowhere, slim chance we will 

Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood 

Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood 

 

Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it 

Relax, don't do it, when you wanna come 

Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it 

Relax, don't do it, when you wanna come 

 

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums 

When you wanna cum 

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums 

When you wanna cum 

 

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums 

When you wanna cum 

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums 

When you wanna cum 

 

Yo yo yo yo yo! What it is, motherfuckers? 

Aww shit, here comes Pac-Man 

Hey Pac-Man, what's up? 

 

Me, you bitches, I'm high on crack, wanna freebase? 

No Pac-Man, drugs are bad, nope, can't help you man 

Pussies, whoa, holy shit! 

 

Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on 

Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong 

Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes 

Deader than the parents on a 'Party of Five' 

 

Luciano Pavoratti on a treadmill 

Not going nowhere, slim chance we will 

Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood 

Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood 

 

Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it 

Relax, don't do it, when you wanna come 

Relax, don't do it, when you wanna go to it 

Relax, don't do it, when you wanna cum 

 

Holy macaroni, holy macaroni 

Holy macaroni, holy macaroni 

Holy macaroni, holy macaroni 

Holy macaroni, holy macaroni